Gram stopped rocking and leaned forward. She took a deep breath through her nose. “The winds are changing.” My eyes widened. “What?” “That’s the other thing about life and its seasons.” She sat back and resumed her rocking, gently pushing the chair with her toes. “They don’t always change when we think they should. Just when we’re settling in to enjoy the crispness of autumn after the summer heat, we get an early snow.”
