This particular November morning, she stood at the back door with a mug of coffee, watching her breath fog the glass. The calendar said autumn. The thermometer said 23 degrees.
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.” months for the seasons
“Feel that?” Lena asked.
Maya tilted her head. “Then what do they listen to?” This particular November morning, she stood at the
That night, Lena tucked Maya into bed. Outside, the first real snow began to fall, covering the dying grass, the bare branches, the last forgotten pumpkin. This particular November morning
Maya nodded. “It feels like snow.”