It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside. The beauty was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself and everything that could even dream of blooming or blossoming was in bloom and blossom. The sunlight was a benediction. The breezes were so caressingly soft and intimate on the skin as to be embarrassing. And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, he had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again. That after the next three months he will once again be a different person. He can't wait to meet him.
