According to the glossy wall calendar in her kitchen, winter began on December 21st. But Lena had lived in Michigan her whole life, and she knew better. Winter started the moment the last October pumpkin rotted on the porch. By November 15th, the air already had teeth.
She opened the back door. Cold air rushed in, and Maya shivered but stepped outside anyway. They walked to the edge of the yard, where the last oak tree still held a few stubborn brown leaves. months for the seasons
Lena kissed her forehead. “To help us find our way back to each other. December 25th, Valentine’s Day, your birthday. The Earth doesn’t care about those. But we do.” According to the glossy wall calendar in her
“It does,” Lena said. “And the calendar says it’s still autumn. But the wind doesn’t care about December 21st. The wind knows.” By November 15th, the air already had teeth