“said Emily wistfully. “Spring was never one of my favourite seasons. These playful breezes annoy me. What has happened to the wind? We could go back to winter if you like.”“I like spring,” said Arianna, “at least I like what I can remember of it from before him. Some of the girls from the factory would go out walking in the afternoon on Sundays, along the embankment or to the park. And when I was a little girl I loved spring. I remember birds from then, and daffodils. After him I couldn’t seem ...to bring the seasons into focus … or anything else that happened regularly, predictably: days of the week, holidays, mealtimes. All that seemed to be gone, after him, because his unpredictability became my reality.” Arianna looked straight ahead, right across the valley. She crossed her thin, translucent arms. “I suppose I should have liked spring when I was ballooning … it was the easiest time.”“I think my early interest in the Arctic must have had something to do with my dislike of spring, my love of winter.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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