Before heading back to the city, Seth and Abby shared a coffee shop lunch with Abby's grandmother. They had recently agreed to organize a new get-together. They planned to take a cottage near the shop, on the outskirts of town, with a lawn and a boat-house, and to float with the stream through the summer and the short vacation.
It hadn't yet reached summer, and it wasn't a gentle spring ethereally mild, as in rainy Seasons, but a nipping summer with an easterly wind. The irritating wind snipped rather than managed to blow, and the coal dust whirled around the sawpit as it sheared.
When the wind blew, the strange ambiance of the air danced here, there, and everywhere. Where can it come from and where can it go? It clings to every bush, flutters in every tree, is snagged electric wires, ha
