Louisa feels as light and bright as her lemon yellow dress. It’s Easter–the time for new frocks, new life, new outlooks. Louisa feels the wind catch at her hair. She feels swallowed up by the impossible beauty of the green of the grass and the unreal purple of the flowers. And the sky–the sky is the bluest the sky has ever been. The world smells of sunshine upon hay, the way her yard smells newly mowed. She could lift her arms and will herself to fly. She is sure of it. She could take to the sky, and anyone looking up would think a child had lost a bright yellow kite and wonder how far that kite would drift away.