Their connection was always fleeting. Abrupt almost. It made Winter love her all the more. While the birds flew away from him, as if his silken hair or his stringy barren limbs were not enough for comfort, they flocked by the dozen to her colour. She smelt in the most particular way.
She made sure she'd visit and call.
Even though you couldn't assume that she'd be ontime.
He loved her. She connected to him.
And they lived side by side.
The other seasons weren't invited. They were jealous folk.
All the flowergirls arrived on time. The ring bearer showed his age by the circles of time in his trunk. Birds tipped their hats for the first time to snows tidings. The bears were confused to whether hibernation had ended or begun, so they watched animatedly from their caves and hidey holes.Chill and warmth shook hands, and the frost begged sunlights pardon as he shuffled icely t'ward his seat.
It was a grand old day that one. At the dawning of time.
I hope we celebrate it again some time. some place.
Where winter can lay fingers on the warmest of skins, and she'll get the greatest of goosebumps. Like it was always meant to be.
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