The Glimpse Trade (A Silas Sharp Metaphysical Mystery): Chapter 1
Chapter 1: Regular Irregularities There’s a peculiar arrogance to spring. Winter spends months convincing you the world is a closed system. Fixed, dim, manageable if you lower your expectations. Gray skies, wind chill factors, the omnipresent threat of snow (meteorologically and existentially). Then the vernal equinox arrives like a polite rebellion. Hope springs eternal, as they say. Equal light. Equal dark. A mathematical suggestion that maybe balance is possible. I’ve never trusted balance. Like I said, the universe is always up to something. Or, rather, someone has found a way to help the universe act up. As a metaphysical detective, I make my living in the uneven places. The hinge moments. The almosts. People don’t come to me because reality exploded. They come because it tilted half a degree and won’t tilt back without a Herculean nudge. Spring doesn’t exp...