The smog curled between the streetlamps and the spokes of the wrought iron framework. It seemed through your body and into your bones.

It was not fog, as you thought. It was smog.

She wishes her grandmother had not been so protective, and that she understood better what passes between a man and woman. As it is, she simply enjoys the feelings and wonders if they are what lightning is made of, for everything comes back to the weather. Tears like rain. Smiles like the sun. Hair as dry as sand and fear like the dark ocean.

Now is the perfect time, when the weather isn't hot. We see hundreds of species of birds.

I have dangerous bones in my body.

The daily chocolate left Will in high spirits, so that some days he believed he could wheel with the gulls that fished the foaming water close to shore. Now that he felt so free, it came to him that the corner of England, which up till now had been his whole universe, was in fact only a scrap of a boundless realm. – On Starlit Seas