“Do you think it’s another ozone shift?” Livia
gnawed on her bottom lip.
“Looks like it.” I held my palm up, catching fat,
glittery snowflakes, watching them melt on my warm hand. “Where are the clouds?
It’s seventy degrees outside.”
Livia zipped up her coat. “Not anymore.” She
shuddered to prove her point.
The temperature had fallen about thirty degrees in
moments. Sun worshippers all along the ragged coast scrambled into their
clothes and dashed off the beach. Most of them were probably afraid of a
tsunami or tidal wave. I laughed at their paranoia. The Northern Sea may be
intemperate on any given day, but the tides have followed the usual moon cycles
for the last sixteen years.
