Winter
Tonight marks the first time Sakura discovers that Suna gets cold during the winter. Only during the night though; the day still begs to bake the dry sand.
She is walking home late from the hospital; a patient had a heart attack in the clinic and she had spent the last six hours in surgery trying to save his life. She had not succeeded.
So she is walking home, crestfallen, at almost midnight. A breeze sweeps through sending a deep chill down her back. It is freezing. She pulls her at her thin scrubs, wishing she'd taken the other of a coat from the nurse at the hospital reception. She had thought it a funny offer at the time, but now she understands why.
She is not used to such simple silence. The desert is usually so alive with the sounds of wildlife, no matter the time of day. Tonight, all is still. There is even a touch of frost creeping it's way in makeshift patterns along the edges of anything made of glass or metal.
She stops at the gate to the Kazekage Garden, it is the first time she has been able to replay the events before she was rushed in to an emergency surgery. The touch of his thumb still lingers on her bottom lip.
She bites down on it; a pathetic attempt to erase the feeling. Of course, it fails. She wanders home in a dull stupor; the cold suddenly forgotten.