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“Winter is not the enemy,” he said, handing her a paper cup of chai that steamed in the cold. “Winter is the soil resting. You cannot plant in frozen ground. You wait. You tend the roots you cannot see.”

She met him at a gig in Whelan’s. His name was Lorcan. He played guitar with his eyes closed, as if the music was a secret he was only borrowing. They talked until the barman swept the floor around their feet. He walked her home across the Ha’penny Bridge, the river below black and glittering with reflected streetlights.

She sat on a bench near the fountain, which was turned off for the season. A girl, maybe seven years old, ran past with her father, chasing a football. The girl fell. She didn’t cry. She got up, brushed her knees, and kicked the ball again. 4 seasons dublin

“I don’t know how to be sad with you,” he admitted. “You’ve earned your sadness. Mine just feels like ingratitude.”

Aisling smiled. It was a small smile, barely a movement of muscle. But it was real. It was winter, and she was still here. The dark had not swallowed her. The cold had not killed her. “Winter is not the enemy,” he said, handing

He was sitting on a plastic crate outside the mosque, feeding pigeons from a ripped bag of stale crusts. He moved with a slow, deliberate grace, as if each crumb was a consecration. Aisling stopped. She didn't know why. Maybe it was the way he didn't shoo the birds away, but welcomed the mess of them—the flapping, the cooing, the shit on his trousers.

She had no answer. But that night, on her narrow bed in Stoneybatter, with the swifts screaming past the window, she didn’t sleep. She lay awake, tasting the salt of the sea air that had followed them up from the coast. You wait

But spring, in Dublin, is a liar at first. It whispers of warmth, then slaps you with a hailstorm. She walked down Clanbrassil Street, hands shoved in the pockets of her worn coat, not looking for anything. The cherry blossoms on the council-planted trees were tentative, pale pink buds clenched tight against the wind.