Where Winter Meets Summer Novels & Stories

EVE Winter The coldest months are interchangeable. For some, paradoxically, the chill brings you warmth as you seek out comfort from loved ones. There's a tenderness in the air that blankets you despite the trees being made up of naked branches. For others, the winter is a dull season where the gloominess of the sky matches the faces of those who desperately wait for spring. I, however, am stuck in the in-between.

The knowing was being chosen. The fifth night, late, lying in the warm dark of the loft with snow falling against the small skylight above them, Brynn said quietly, “I want to do this again. Not just here. The slow time. The week away. I want this to be a thing we do.” “Then we do it. Every winter. Same week. The new tradition starts here.” “Every winter.” “Every winter.” His arm tightened around her. “And every summer we’ll find somewhere different. A coast. A high meadow. Whatever you want. We’re going to have a long life, Brynn. Lots of weeks to fill. Let’s fill them with things like this.”

Summer Margins Six months later, the bite of the winter solstice had completely vanished, replaced by the heavy, golden warmth of a Pacific summer. The slate glass and frost of the rugged coastline were gone, swapped for deep blue water that rippled gently under a brilliant June sun. Down at the Oakhaven Cove marina, the air was thick with the scent of wild sea roses, sun-baked cedar docks, and roasted coffee beans.

This novel is owned by Ailana Misha Please, don’t copy and remake! Summer had come, the cold of winter seemed to disappear when the change of season began on December. Many types of summer flowers bloomed in this hot weather, even a lot of people had already scheduled outdoor vacations on weekends.

Hana grinned. Suho reached out for Hana’s hand, interlacing his fingers to hers. “YES!” That moment forever sealed off with a warmth that goes deeper than time and space combined. It was as if their energies converged in one place, making them energized and powerful more than ever. Summer was an extreme climate, blistering hot one minute, afterward, swamped in a puddle of rain. A perfect resemblance to bitter their story turned sweet. A dream turned real. “Now that it’s dark let’s level up our game.”

Ricky The murderous ray of sunlight that shone in the clear sky indicates the presence of summer season in Westwood. Parallel to that, it also meant beach, BBQ, and also summer festivals. Yes, summer festival. It’s time for the students of Saint Iriha to celebrate the upcoming summer festival that will be withheld in their university ground. The students were busy with their club activities and preparation for the festival, well, extra busy.

Winter City is losing hope. The growl of wrath next building on the left side of the alleyway I heed and bottles of liquor and beers shattered below the window next door created pebbles near the pond like summer spring. I sighed.

I let her play and prance, knowing she needs this easy and relaxed moment to herself. After a while, Summer picks up speed, ducking and diving through branches. Both of us love the wind brushing through our fur. The way dirt flies behind our paws as we increase our speed. She leads the way to our destination, but I don’t pay attention, knowing she’ll keep us safe. It’s not until we arrive at the overlook that I recognize where we are. Dozens of city lights twinkle down below, and the sight is breathtaking.

Holding a wine glass, Winter moved gracefully among the crowd with Julian, displaying the demeanor of a well-bred lady. Xavier also attended today. Although things had been tense between him and Winter before, the young couple had not seen each other for months. When they met again, sparks flew. They appeared harmonious on the surface, which pleased both families.

“She’s on your side, or at least claims to be… Aren't you… friends of some sort?" She chuckled and shook her head. "You sweet summer child." My face heated. "What does that mean?" "It's a saying about children and seasons." "Is this… from across the border?" She nodded. "A child born in a season only remembers the season after. Summer children only see the outcomes: the harvest of fall. They don't see the blistering days of tilling the land, the winter, etc. You are a summer child: optimistic, full of hope. It's adorable and attractive on you, and… surprising."