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The town gathers in the town square. Snow is melting. Lanterns glow. Lena unveils her finished mural—not just crocuses and sun, but Arlo’s sundial and a single snowflake melting into a flower.

Lena looks at his chart, then at her grandmother, who is wrapped in a quilt, smiling at the sunbeam through the window. “And if we wait for your perfect date,” she says softly, “we miss the days that actually feel like living.” seasons dates in usa

Lena, defeated, stands in the snow, tears freezing on her cheeks. The town gathers in the town square