Winter’s Commerce | December 20

There’s something about a small bookshop in winter that draws people in like moths to a warm bulb. All afternoon I’ve watched them through Main Street Books’ foggy windows, their shapes moving between shelves stacked with stories, their children trailing fingers along spines. Inside, the air smells of paper and pine needles. A mother debates between two boxed sets, weighing each in her hands like comparing ripe fruit at market.

Down the street at Atypical Brewery, men and women gather like crows on a fence, sharing dark beers and darker tales. The bartender, a young fellow with kind eyes, moves between them with the steady rhythm of a pendulum. At Arny’s, they’re serving something called “Get Elf’d Up” – green as summer grass and twice as dangerous, I’d wager.

These December rituals, these small ceremonies of commerce and communion – they tell us something about ourselves, about our need to gather close when the days grow short and the winds blow cold across the Dakota plains.

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