She always thought summer would last. It's warm kiss, the comforting breeze, the wildflowers that grew among thorns. She would wander through the endless stretch of hills and the brilliant woods. Nothing could harm her in that perfect world.
But the winds of change swept in, just as she had feared. The months of bliss ended in darkness. The sun had been hidden away. Now she was left standing in a grey courtyard, leaves blowing at her feet. She wore nothing more than tatters of the past, a single tear marking her cheek as she watched in morose. Summer fled down a back street.
This world she spent a very small time in. Before the autumn rains began, she was gone, standing lonely in a silent wood. The snow fell slowly around her. A wind blew bitter and menacing. The the still. She knew this was her place, this cold winter.