She would nurse the shadows of her summer's idyl long after the idyl was gone, and would mistake them for reality.

There with his wider experience and the sad memory of much ebb and now he could be helpful.
Kenny shivered and refused to dwell upon a phase of life that was like autumn and sere and drifting leaves.

It bothered him that the thought of Hannah and Hughie had driven him to think it out.

He liked best in heart things to think back, not too far, and never forward.
"Kenny!" It was Joan's voice in the dusk.
Kenny forgot the sadness of his wisdom and foreboding.

He forgot the future.