" Spring was about the most perfect season in Maryland, with everything bursting into flowers and little green shoots just pushing up out of the dark fields. Light shone from a blue sky that wasn’t dark at all, just deep, pale blue. Light glowed over the land. It was almost as if it was the earth giving off the light, the air was so full of soft brightness. Sammy felt at home in spring—his whole body felt like one of those sprouts, swelling up and pushing out to be...whatever he wanted. "

― Cynthia Voigt , Sons from Afar (Tillerman Cycle, #6)