I can't remember the weather that day. It must have been bad - he loved bad weather, and it loved him - yet I see him now in a shaft of dusty sunlight. It was early fall, just before the leaves turn. How bad could the weather have been? And it seems to me now that seeing him suddenly like that cleaned the air around me, made the office colors snap to, cleared my mind like a fat new broom. I was glad, wasn't I? Sure I was. Here was my nemesis - not everybody has one of those - and we were about to mix it up, and I felt that odd bridal joy again, the same as the night I first met him.
- Jincy Willett, Winner of the National Book Award, p.212-213
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