This cloak warms me nought so much as your smile, yet within it I can feel no chill. The yarn is from the mountain sheep of the north and the fleece lining too. Our grandmothers dip them in a broth of evergreen and let them dry in the sunlight of our rich long summer days. Then come the winter, we are ready and every snowflake is a blessing. So when I wrap it around you, dear one, it is our love that carries you onward and with it, any one of us will protect you.