Swiftcurrent Creek A dizzy twister dance, can't find my drink or man

She had resolved not to think of Lestan, but it seemed she was destined to be reminded of him at every turn. New children, love rekindled; like an idealized version of the misery Reverie had found herself in. It wasn't all bad, of course. Blossom was a welcome blessing, a joy to her in the darkest moments and daily full of new wonders. She did not remind Reverie of Lestan, as she had feared. Not yet.
It was impossible to avoid the heartbreak anyway. But she tried. So, after spring... does it go back to winter? Reverie had come from a place where seasons were more a suggestion, a gentle shifting rather than a total overhaul, and so this was all new to her. It seemed like a cruel cycle. Death and rebirth, over and over. She wondered if the land ever grew tired of it.