Bleary Madonna

Apparently, I am addicted to this form:
I think that it must be hard-wired into a man's head to cue warm feelings, just like the stripes of a tiger are wired in to cue the flight instinct.

Another. Same visit. We were tired, barely keeping our eyes open, and this rendering pretty truthfully conveys my memory.
And successfully triggers my lizard brain "Mmmmm" response.