Vincent van Gogh Orchard in Blossom painting

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growl of wind and a jingle of overhead bells, he stepped out of the shop into the cold teeth of the December night, and drew the door shut behind him.He waited in the entry alcove, between the display windows, as a young couple in raincoats and hoods spoke to the dog, “Tink, let’s go.”Tink hesitated, searching Ethan’s eyes, and only moved on when the woman repeated the command.Because the couple and the dog were headed in the direction of his SUV, Ethan waited briefly, to avoid following on their heels.The leaves of the curbside trees were still gilded by lamplight, and from their pointed tips flowed drips and drizzles as glimmerous as molten gold.In the street, the traffic appeared to be lighter than it should have been at this passed on the sidewalk, led by a golden retriever on a leash.Relishing the rain and wind, the soaked retriever pranced on webbed paws, snout lifted to savor mysterious scents upon the chilly [161] air. Before it fully passed, it looked up, and its eyes were as wise as they were liquid and dark.The dog halted, pricked its floppy ears as much as they would prick, and cocked its head as though not entirely sure what kind of man stood here in the shelter of the coral-pink awning, between the roses and the rain. The tail wagged, but only twice, and tentatively.Stopped by their canine companion, the young couple said, “Good evening,” and Ethan replied, and the woman