Lena had never understood why the calendar argued with the world outside her window.
Maya tilted her head. “Then what do they listen to?” 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.” Lena had never understood why the calendar argued
Maya nodded. “It feels like snow.”
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. the air already had teeth.