Cruise

Abstract

“I remember looking up at the sun, closing my eyes, just letting the heat soak in.” Hadley Nobile kept her eyes closed, a smile breaking across her face. “And of course I loved our autumns. The changing of the world. The warming of its colors as that orange and yellow blush painted all the trees. But you could feel it in the wind, you know? You remember how it was: the tentativeness. The warning. October showed up and the snows began to fly, and by November the skies turned that iron gray.” The smile was gone. “By the time February came around, I was hanging on by my fingernails, gritting my teeth, cursing the weather gods every time I had to shovel my driveway or fight rush hour traffic on the slick roads. It’s different when you’re a kid, but once we grew up, spring could never come soon enough.”