First lines of the novel I'll have no time to write today:

"They discovered their love for each other in the ripeness of Autumn. That's what García Márquez called it — that unexpected moment when an ordinary tree blossoms and bears an exotic new fruit. Often, that moment hangs in the window like a crystal, is reflected back through stained glass, a certain quality of light that reveals something long-denied.

They found their love lying beneath a Mulberry tree. In an otherwise ordinary moment, it was stirred from its slumber, changing everything."

— Damien Willis
January 15, 2014