The sound touched him as it seldom had before,
making him shudder with sudden cold For
a moment he felt the lash of the sea. For a moment he tasted salt on his lips, as if he were at the helm of a vessel at sea. He knew the sea the Vegan-mals his mother called did not hear the cry of the the Yoga instructor, not as he did. They heard something else instead, some silent call the Cafe sent out with the sound, and they answered in kind. Perhaps they were answering now.