Until the Day Break
Tura asked herself why she must leave Canada for a phantom Europe.As the fog rolled back she found the answer beside her August 1 1947 EVA-LIS WUORIO
Until the Day Break
Tura asked herself why she must leave Canada for a phantom Europe.As the fog rolled back she found the answer beside her
FICTION
EVA-LIS WUORIO
BELOW the bastions of the Citadel the turgid, green tide in the St. Lawrence carried ice floes out toward the Atlantic. Huge grey slabs a gull might land on for a moment’s rest.
And it rained. Penetrating spring rain which would awaken the pine forests of Quebec to pungent freshness. The pine forests of Quebec and the spruce lands of Finland. The oaks of England would burgeon, and the willows by the Vistula would show pregnant branches. The birch of Norway would soon blossom, and the linden trees in the German provincial towns would fling a fuller silhouette against the spring sky. In Vienna in a dusty