I’ve given up on the conventional seasons this year. The weather is too fickle. One day the ground is covered in ice and the next its fifty degrees out. So I’m going to make my own seasons. They only last as long as they last and they speak of the weather indirectly.
So, right now, it’s the time of Fate chewing on her bone outside. I saw her from my studio window, lounging around on the thawing ground.