Winter Season Begins -

Winter had officially begun. Not with a roar, but with a quiet promise: Rest now. I’ll keep your secrets safe until spring.

The old calendar on Nora’s wall said December first, but she didn’t need it. She knew winter had begun the moment she stepped outside and the air didn’t just feel cold—it tasted different. Sharp. Clean. Like the sky had been scrubbed with ice. winter season begins

Here’s a short story draft based on the prompt “winter season begins.” Winter had officially begun

Nora smiled and began the walk home, leaving footprints that would be gone by morning. Inside, she would light the first fire of the season. Outside, the world would learn to sleep. The old calendar on Nora’s wall said December

“Winter begins,” she murmured, more to herself than to anyone.

She pulled her coat tighter and walked to the edge of the village. Frost had already stitched delicate patterns across the fence posts. Her breath unfurled in small clouds, each one a tiny ghost of summer’s last warmth.

As she stood, the first snowflake landed on her eyelash. Then another. Within minutes, the air was full of soft, drifting white.