They sat in silence for a minute. Then Leo leaned forward, his joints cracking a soft protest.
Her father, Leo, was sitting in his worn armchair, a wool blanket pulled up to his chin. He was watching the same gray scene, a mug of tea cooling, untouched, in his hands. when does the winter start
Elara turned from the window. “But it’s already snowed. Twice. The heat’s been on for weeks. Isn’t that winter?” They sat in silence for a minute
Elara looked at her father’s face, at the lines around his eyes that weren’t there a year ago. She looked at the tree, stripped and still. She looked at the snow, finally committing to the fall. was sitting in his worn armchair