To EVERYTHING A SEASON
A time to embr~e， and a time to refrain from embr~mg
How does it happen for the last time? The lovemaldng. Two
b0dies joiding once， twice， a thousand times， then never again.
Over the city a vault of winter clouds as grey and cold as lime-
stone. Like the walls of the old house， the walls of the garden，
where the raised beds of frozen earth pushed up through snow
like islands in an ice-bound lake.
Through a circle he had cleared in the frost of his study
window Alden looked out across the garden and over ranks of
snowy roofs to the lake， where the ferry was crossing to Wolfe
Island. At this distance it seemed to glide above the ice and only
die mist rising around it fi:om a slim， tenuous lead of open water
proved otherwise. The newspaper open on Iris desk advised com-
muters that tonight the channel would freeze hard in the few
hours the ferry docked; from tomorrow until the lake warmed in
early March， the much longer， winter route would be used.
Perfect. Yes! And those scales - the ones in D minor? You won t
forget? So - next week at the same time?
Holly dismissing her last student downstairs， playing her
own voice with virtuoso skill- touching all the hvely， pert， high
trilling notes.
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