Wild Blue Yonder (The Ceruleans: Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
When Sienna and I were small, a groundsman had made a swing for us from ropes and a plank of wood. Sienna turned her nose up at it – she was much more interested in the large, modern play equipment at the side of the house. But I loved that homemade swing, and in the first warm weeks of the year I’d spend countless hours swinging and dreaming. That was until my father – my ex-father, I should say – called me to his study one day and told me: ‘No more swinging. The rope has worn the branch down; soon, it will snap.’ It was a rare afternoon: Hugo was home and in the mood to parent. Having issued his command (his favourite activity) he moved on to give me a lesson (his second favourite activity) in the symbolism of the cherry blossom. The fleeting existence of the cherry blossom, he informed me, was a metaphor for human existence; of what the Japanese call mono no aware, the pathos associated with life’s ephemeral nature. At the time, I’d plastered on my ‘interested and learning’ expression and thought inwardly, Yawn.
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