Change Of Season Dates Now

What I hope will grow: the courage to stop looking for the day it ended, and start looking for the day I begin again.

The notebook was still on the shelf. She hadn’t opened it. change of season dates

Then, underneath: What I’m leaving behind: the idea that love has an expiration date stamped somewhere, if only I could find it. What I hope will grow: the courage to

Now, three weeks later, she stood in the kitchen making tea, watching the first real snow of autumn paste itself against the window. The weather app on her phone pinged: First frost advisory. Change of season: fall to winter. Official date: November 7. She almost laughed. As if the seasons needed an official date. As if November 7th meant anything to the maple outside that had been dropping red leaves since late September. Then, underneath: What I’m leaving behind: the idea

Marta stood up, walked to the shelf, and took down the notebook. She opened it to the last page they’d written on together—March 20th, the spring equinox. Sam’s handwriting: What I’m leaving behind: my fear of quiet mornings. What I hope will grow: patience. Hers: What I’m leaving behind: the need to be right. What I hope will grow: trust.