The sun bore down cheerily on the smiling faces of Welcome Home, illuminating each flower, tree and blade of grass in the type of light that seems to infect anything it touches with bubbly smiles and cheery thoughts. Eddie had been up delivering mail already, and Howdy had risen not long after to open the bodega. Every neighbour had found their walk of life and was enjoying it to the very fullest. The sidewalk was littered with Julie's chalk drawings, though nobody minded the vibrant colours underfoot. Frank could already be seen studying a particularly large beetle in his front yard, occasionally glancing at Sally over his shoulder as she practiced lines for her newest show. Barnaby was snoozing contentedly in the sun on his porch with Poppy by his side, who was knitting some craft or other. Home and Wally were having a riveting conversation, though nobody else could interpret Home's groans and creaks.