Towards Another Summer (2010)
Towards Another Summer
“From inside the house, with Philip and Anne and Noel and Sarah in the kitchen, human and alive, whenever Grace had looked from the window it had seemed to her that the day would be sunny. Anne too had been deceived, for swept close in family warmth she had said,—It’s such a bright promising day.
The first garish light of morning had the appearance of being softened by the wintry sun - that is, from inside the Thirkettle kitchen.
Now, alone, trying to walk on the layers of ice on the track throu...gh the park Grace looked about her at a landscape from which all life had been wrung; sodden grass; small heaps of black snow; slush; the trees standing stripped and grey as if the snowstorm, passing by like a plague of locusts, had devoured their life. Grace stamped her feet to get rid of their numbness. She walked carefully, her arms spread slightly, like wings. Up here in the north there seemed to be a draught from somewhere in the sky, as if the northern door leading to the homes of the Gods had been left open; they were the relentless Gods - Thunder, War, Revenge, Night; the wind blowing from their sky caverns was so penetrating and paralysing with its chill that Grace wanted to sink on her knees into the ice and beg for mercy.MoreLess
The first garish light of morning had the appearance of being softened by the wintry sun - that is, from inside the Thirkettle kitchen.
Now, alone, trying to walk on the layers of ice on the track throu...gh the park Grace looked about her at a landscape from which all life had been wrung; sodden grass; small heaps of black snow; slush; the trees standing stripped and grey as if the snowstorm, passing by like a plague of locusts, had devoured their life. Grace stamped her feet to get rid of their numbness. She walked carefully, her arms spread slightly, like wings. Up here in the north there seemed to be a draught from somewhere in the sky, as if the northern door leading to the homes of the Gods had been left open; they were the relentless Gods - Thunder, War, Revenge, Night; the wind blowing from their sky caverns was so penetrating and paralysing with its chill that Grace wanted to sink on her knees into the ice and beg for mercy.MoreLess
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