Kinktober Day 16: found family

Tucked in the middle of a quiet neighborhood sits a bar. Music, raucous and joyful, spills out onto the street, drawing you in. But it's the man with the guitar that keeps you coming back. Somehow he's at the center of it all, exuding warmth and welcome and giving you a little spark of joy.

This is my love letter to folk music and to authors like Charles de Lint.