Her best memories remain in winter. The wind was just blowing hard, and all he could do was stay in place and let the wind erode every inch of his skin. It was getting dark soon. Looking at the bursts of lightning, the girl quickened her pace.
The long summer is finally coming to an end. The girl hates the mosquitoes, sticky skin, hot weather and the never-ending sound of cicadas in summer. The only thing that makes her like summer is nothing.
It's because of winter.