How Many Season: In Usa

She looked at him. “That’s twelve. At least.”

Marcus looked at his slides. At the photos Elara had helped him take—the frozen crack, the sugar snow, the false crocus. He thought of the question that had started it all: How many seasons in the USA? how many season in usa

“I forgot one,” she said. “ The smoky week —when Canada burns and the sun looks like an orange penny.” She looked at him

She pointed at the ice. “My dad says you know how many seasons are in the USA. But I think he’s wrong.” At the photos Elara had helped him take—the

Marcus felt a rare flicker of amusement. “He’s not wrong. There are four. Spring, summer, autumn, winter.”

At least thirteen. But ask again in April.

In the morning, Elara knocked on his door. She had a drawing: a circle divided into thirteen wedges. Each wedge had a crude drawing—a snowflake, a mud puddle, a single green shoot, a mosquito, a brown leaf, a bare branch.