“Feel that?” Lena asked.
Maya seemed satisfied. She closed her eyes, and the snow kept falling, silent and certain, paying no attention at all to the calendar hanging in the kitchen. months for the seasons
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. “Feel that