“It does,” Lena said. “And the calendar says it’s still autumn. But the wind doesn’t care about December 21st. The wind knows.”
They stood there for a long moment. Then a single snowflake drifted down, landing on Maya’s nose. She laughed. months for the seasons
“Mama,” Maya whispered, “if the months don’t match the seasons, why do we even have them?” “It does,” Lena said
Lena had never understood why the calendar argued with the world outside her window. ” Maya whispered
“Feel that?” Lena asked.
Maya nodded. “It feels like snow.”