The First Day of spring, the man at the weather tower had said, and certainly it felt like spring, with the cool breeze blowing lightly about her and a faint new clover smell borne in from the east. Spring -- that meant they would make the days longer now, and the nights shorter, and they would warm the whole world until it was summer again.

"Trina!"

The voice -- it was a male voice -- voice was very close. And it was familiar, though for a moment she couldn't imagine who it might be.