BitterSweetLife

Without warning, the sky brightens. Soothing aromas—as of flowers and Tahitian vanilla and strong coffee—breeze through the air. In a million homes and cubicles there is a sudden lessening of tension, as if someone has heaved a gigantic, barometer-dropping sigh.

Something has changed for the better. And up ahead, a figure advances, its silhouette growing more and more distinct. It looks solid, muscular—cut, in fact. The fog lifts briefly, and in a brilliant patch of sunlight, unmistakably—there it is!

Confident and powerful, A Post of Substance approaches. It appears to be moving fast.