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By Jack Joseph Smith

Chapter III Spring after winter in Pennsylvania is all of a sudden birds and in Mount Lebanon it was a song that faintly rose in me and finally peaked in my eyes. It had been a year now since we had been in our ivy home that belonged to the change of seasons. But in this second spring we felt the warmpth slowly grow as did we feel the cold slowly going away. Little girls dresses were filled with color and the young boys always had dirty knees after they had run out to play in their clean clothes. The flowers began to bloom and the grounds around the castle homes opened up their smell and the grass was sweet with the flower petals that laid in the corners by the gardens. Neighbor men and women worked in their yards, and you could see that they were in their own worlds when they would say hello to passing children. Sunday would come out of a fairy book and freely talk to me as I climbed out as far as I could go on the branches of our cherry tree. Blossoms were all around my head and an elevated joy panted on my tongue. I remember the nights and the fireflies one after another lighting in my hands. I would leave them going and never bottle them after catching their fascination. I loved to watch them spinning away from me and lighting the large dark again with their golden meaning as I ran away with them in their play. Cover me with an easy joy, my world seemed to say when it was all so balanced and pain was only something people knew had happened once upon a time when other men had been to war. I don't remember very many people in Mount Lebanon who had done that. Who had gone away to kill the people who didn't like Mount Lebanon. Brand new cars were always being bought and left shining in curving driveways. Pretty highschool girls would drive around and wave while they were laughing high on the back seat with the wind moving their hair

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Second spring in Mount Lebanon opens suddenly into birds, blossoms, cherry trees, fireflies, clean clothes, dirty knees, new cars, and a suburban world that feels prosperous, playful, and untouched by war.

The seasonal shift is also a social one, with lawns, gardens, high school girls, neighbors in their yards, and castle homes creating a bright collective stage for childhood. Pain is pushed off into distant history, which makes the local balance of smell, color, and ease feel almost enchanted.

Claude

Chapter III opens on the second spring in Mount Lebanon, 'all of a sudden birds', with girls' colorful dresses, boys with dirty knees, 'an elevated joy panted on my tongue' in the cherry tree, and fireflies the boy catches but never bottles. He notes that pain seemed to belong to 'other men' who 'had been to war', while brand new cars shone 'in curving driveways' and highschool girls laughed with 'the wind moving their hair'.

After the Christmas runaway, the chapter resets into abundance and play, and the fireflies released rather than kept suggest a child who wants to share in light without owning it. The suburb is idyllic but the narrator lets a quiet irony in: war and killing are something that happened elsewhere, to people who 'didn't like Mount Lebanon'. The long, breathless sentences mimic the ease of a world 'so balanced' that suffering seems like a fairy-tale past.