Tareq Nurul Hasan

  “Her window was open all day long now, very fine thin curtains hung in front of it and these were never parted. Sometimes they moved but it was only in the breeze.” From The Persimmon Tree by Marjorie Barnard. 

  “With so many trees in the city, you could see the spring coming each day until a night of warm wind would bring it suddenly in one morning. Sometimes the heavy cold rains would beat it back so that it would seem that it would never come and that you were losing a season out of your life.” Excerpt From: Ernest Hemingway. “A Moveable Feast.”