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Elias- deep blue, street lights turning on, cold, see the breath in the air, walking down the street.

November was Elias’s favorite time of the year as a kid. His birthday was in November, of course, and his mother would usually be home for their birthdays at the very least. He had wanted to get married in November, but his wife and him had decided on another date. November was cold, but he liked to wear jackets anyway. He liked layers, he liked long sleeves. 

But November was a bittersweet time now. He couldn’t enjoy it like he used to, he couldn’t bring himself to be happy. He would often find himself out wandering at night, alone, with his favorite old fake leather jacket, leaning on a street light and waiting to watch them come on. He was across the street from the house, he could see in the window his children, if something went wrong they’d be fine, but he needed the quiet time, alone, often finding himself lost in thought about his wife. He didn’t like to think about how many years it had been, how much older he had gotten since then, he didn’t want to think about how much it still ached to hear her name, to see how much their middle daughter looked like her, but blonde. 

To think about when they had first gone on a date together, and they had found themselves doing the same thing on a chilly October night, leaning on streetlights and wondering where everyone else was going, and stalling their eventual destinations. He had looked her in the eye and thought, I just might marry that girl. He thought he had been jumping in too fast then, but he had been right.

So, like every other night, when the lights came on, he smiled the same sad smile, sighing to himself. He still didn’t know quite why he did this. Was it the feeling that she was still there? Maybe. Was he sentimental? Definitely. But he had a family to get back to. And so, with one finaly look up to the stars, and a small smile, he headed back towards home.

Addison- Zesty orange slices, summer, picnic blanket, grass, warmth of the sun.

When Ada had lived in Florida, her favorite thing about weekends was when her father would say they could skip training for the day, go out and hang out at the beach. She would go out on her own during the weekends when Ian was teaching her, and she could go out on her own. The heat of the sun on her back was one of the best feelings she could remember, of a simpler time.

So, when there had finally been good weather in Seattle, and things were calm, she had dragged Adira out for just a little picnic, in a little park she liked. She had grabbed the best blanket she could find for the task, and she had made their lunch, little sandwiches and some assorted fruits, bottles of water with ice to keep them cool and replenished.