It was, objectively, a foul night, but Kit had a sense of hopeful exhilaration that he hadn’t experienced since that fresh green springtime he courted Jenny. He had been little more than a boy then, and hadn’t known how rare and precious that sort of feeling was. Now he was jaded enough to know that most people never knew what it was like to take a walk side by side with the person they liked best in the world.
