As you pull down your hat and hike up your coat collar as far as it is socially acceptable to so as the winds howl at you and the ice pellets beat against your face, you’d do anything you abandon this infamous Newfoundland weather. You glance up as you deliver at quick prayer, in the same moment, out of the corner of your eye you see a sailboat design pasted on the front of a building, your lifeboat. Prayers answered. I step through the doors and stumble back as the warmth of the wood stove thaws my weather beaten face. I find a table in the cozy corner and a server comes over immediately, perhaps it was the distress on my face that brought them by so quickly. “One latte and scone for the cold man please.” I say to them. That first sip of latte instantly warms the rest of my body and the first nibble of scone warms my soul. I devour these quicker than I care to say, these were not wants but necessities. As the server comes to collect my still hot but empty mug, I couldn’t resist ordering a beer for myself as I looked around to see my fellow colleagues sipping on theirs. I ordered a Past Tense, a dark ale as I thought it complimented the mood of the day, Dark! I sat back and sipped on my beer and listened to the crackle of the wood in the fire, taking in the peaceful and cozy atmosphere of the room. I looked around to see the happy, smiling faces of the people who were sharing the same experience that I was. After a couple refills of my glass and a decent buzz on, I knew it was time to face the gale and move on with my day. I thanked the kind server, paid my bill and bundled up to throw myself back out into the harrowing weather.