About the book: year / Just in time for the beginning of spring, winter returned. It rained all night, as if nature were rehearsing a new deluge, and with the first rays of the approaching dawn - if the dull leaden gray that began to flow into the clouds, like gray ink in balls of sodden black blotting paper, could be called by the light wanted - the rain began to grow colder . Small, pointed needles of ice mixed with the sheet of water falling diagonally from the sky, and when the sun rose - a faded yellow spot, not quite round, with frayed edges and barely noticeable brightness - the freezing rain turned to snow, and the swamp turned to paths changed, sticky a swamp in which the ice shone like glass scattered across it.