'Prising her eyelids open to the loud light of day, Luz Villegas Prudencio stirred upon the moss pillow that cushioned her head and pricked an ear to the breeze. In those dawning moments as slumber departed her bones, she suspected, from the disturbed intonations of the wind and fragile hues of the jagged cumulus fractus, that the day was out of sorts with itself.'

Illustrated by Annie Fabricant