Even when the Winter has long passed, there is a hint of snow peeking through in nature, a calling card to the weather that once was. The trees are blooming white blossoms now, and the cotton wood trees spring up with their own signs of white, making even this field feel and look as if it were just another snowy day, a snowy meadow of sorts to walk through.
And that's why Amelia brings Toris here, not because she misses the snow and tenderly wishes snowy weather days where she and Toris built snowmen and fought in outrageous versions of snowball fights, but that she and Toris could taste the Spring, chock full of delicate reminders of the past, glorious Winter they spent side by side.
It's not like Amelia hates the Winter or detests the Spring. Instead she thrills over them and thrives within each of them in her own little ways, but mostly, she holds the Winter, this past Winter to be exact, in a special place in her heart. It's the season in which Toris finally worked up the nerves to ask her out, the season that showcased all of their first dates, every single, last one of them.
It's the season where they walked down the street, hand in hand, holding on to hot cocoas with the other, because it warmed them up and helped their fingers to breathe in something other than cold numbness. And it's where they kissed in front of their town's Christmas tree, big and powerful, decked out with millions upon millions of lights, as she'd told him before their kiss. Before her mind went blank with a special kind of warmth that no one expects in Winter.
Here, now, though the trees are alive with reminders of Winter, and as she slips her shoes off to walk bare feet through the gorgeous meadow stretched out beyond them, she discovers that even the flowers rise up with more than purple, pink, blue, and green hues, but they are striking wherever there are white flowers blooming alongside them.
"Where are we?" Toris's voice is filled with so much awe, awe that nature put right there in his voice, that Amelia can't help but smile.
"The Spring version of Winter?" Amelia suggests with a playful laugh, grin infectious and steady in place.
"Spring version of Winter?" Toris looks around them now as if chasing the image that Amelia's already spotted.
"Look, even the trees are white here." Amelia breathes with a wide smile, "And doesn't it remind you of hot cocoa walks? And snowmen? And snow ball fights, until we are exhausted, cold, and laughing like children once again?" Amelia doesn't mean to ramble, but within each and every flower petal and cluster of white, she sees their Winter stretched out before them, little memories of wide eyed joy.
"I do." Toris breathes, "I see." And with that, Amelia's just as awe filled as her boyfriend is.