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The Four Seasons of Love

A musical love story of varying tempos

Elizabeth Dawber
The Narrative Arc
Published in
7 min readJul 22, 2023

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Winter (L’Inverno) 2017–2018

I step over bags and boots as I make my way along the row of tightly packed seats in the concert hall.

The air reverberates with a discordant twang as the Piccadilly Sinfonietta adjusts the tension of their strings in preparation for their performance of Vivaldi’s Four Seasons.

I reach my seat, L14, and sit down, tucking my coat tightly around me. The man seated in L13 acknowledges me with a shy smile. He has light brown hair, kind eyes, and full pink lips that reveal perfectly straight white teeth. And he’s my age — a rare sight at a classical music concert. I also note that seat L12 is unoccupied.

The tuning process concludes, signaling the musicians are ready to begin. The shuffle of feet, rustle of coats, and echo of winter coughs gradually fade, and quiet anticipation fills the hall.

And then — Spring begins.

It’s not long before my gaze drifts to my handsome neighbor, and a chorus of questions flows through my mind — What’s your favorite composition? What corners of the world have you been to? And where do you still want to explore? What does your perfect life look like? Have you had…

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Elizabeth Dawber
The Narrative Arc

English literature & creative writing grad | MWC semi-finalist | Former editor @ The Startup | I write about this thing called life | Human | Pen for hire |🇬🇧