He took out his pen. Fern watched.
Fern smiled. “Come for a walk.”
“That’s not dormancy,” Fern said. “That’s waiting. And waiting is its own kind of work.” seasons definition
“Mr. Elias,” she said. “A season isn’t a thing you can put in a cage. A season is a conversation .” He took out his pen
Next, they found a maple tree. Elias pointed to its bare branches. “Winter. Dormancy.” huge and orange. “Of course
Finally, Fern led him to the top of a hill. The sun was setting, huge and orange.
“Of course,” Elias said. “March twentieth or thereabouts.”