Book 4: Hammock Position
The weather had been getting increasingly warmer throughout March, but by the last week of the month, the blustery wind had calmed down and the sun seemed intent on burning away the last of the frost that clung to newly budding crocuses and jonquils. The stubborn patches of snow so prevalent during the winter months finally melted away, and brown lawns once again unfurled their green lengths to bask in the light. Dead tree limbs came alive with pink-tipped buds and tender, half-curled leaves.
In another few weeks, a thick layer of yellow pollen would rain down over the city of Richmond, blanketing the confectionary colors of spring and running in thick, mucus-like rivulets alongside the streets. Then the allergies would kick in, and the heat, and before Vic Braun
