A Better Season

You feel it, walking down the street. There's a buzz. Everyone's out. Café terraces are packed with people. All of Paris has moved outside. It's warm enough to wear a light jacket, or even just a sweater. The light lingers later into the evening. Summer is close. Sure, it's just the start of spring. There's time yet for a brief but brutal reprise of winter. But I don't think it'll happen.

But the real clue is this: Sebastian's opened up the front doors. There's an unhindered view of the street. The better season is upon us.

Hurry back.

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