It was late April after a long winter. It seemed to us, young as we were then, that our lives were destined to be lived indoors. We wore coats and hoods and boots and ran from one building to another in ice and snow. But on this morning, while the school’s furnaces were still burning, Miss Grey, our librarian, opened one of the windows that faced the woods behind the school. Then the smell of the opening earth and the new, unfolding leaves crept in. Our faces lifted from our books and we remembered summer, the life lived in t-shirts and jeans, the free running in the night,the dive into the warm river.