Mara: Let’s sit here and soak up the sun!
Aïsha: Is the sun a star that will die too someday?
Mara: Of course, it will! One day, but we still have plenty of time left!
Mathilde (continuing her exaltation about spring): Everything feels so new! I feel new! I love spring!
And the adults who drive by only see big girls jumping in puddles in their snow suits and frown. They seem to have forgotten that joy can be messy sometimes.