LaJean smiled at her. “This pipeline leads to the Ministry of Weather. Just let the sunny days go on past and turn anything else to the connection.”
Allie gingerly placed her hands on the thrumming pipe. As she touched it images flooded her mind. The big orange sun, heat rising off concrete and steel, hundreds of different sunny days from hundreds of different perspectives.
“Good,” Christoffel said. “Just let them pass into you and through you.”
Images flickered in Allie’s mind’s eye and moved so fast until she could no longer see them and was only filled with the sensation of being in the sunshine.
“I think she’s got it,” LaJean said.
An image of a stormy day flowed past. Allie’s knees buckled and she let go of the pipe.
“What was that?” Allie asked.
“Someone wishing for a stormy d
