When feeling a bit blue or uncertain, it’s true that many people find comfort in a certain food, music or sweater. But is it normal to have a comfort geography?
Since marrying a Manitoban, through some form of osmosis, I’ve become a bit of a sucker for a prairie skyline. Don’t get me wrong, my old standby comfort-geography still consists of a horizon filled with trees and the reassuring shade of a forest canopy beside a cold body of water. But I’ve not got a serious soft spot for endless blue sky that meets endless fields dotted with silos and haunted farm houses. (Yes, all farm houses are haunted.)