“In June,” he said, “we face the Sun. The sunlight hits us directly, like a flashlight shining straight down on a page. The days grow long, and the heat stays fierce. This is our Summer Solstice—the day with the most light. The world is lush and green.”
“In December,” he said, “we face away from the Sun. The sunlight arrives at a low, slanting angle—spreading thin like butter scraped across too much bread. Days are short, nights are long. This is the Winter Solstice—our darkest day.” seasons in northern hemisphere
Elara remembered the warm nights and the fireflies. “That’s why the sun feels so strong then,” she whispered. “In June,” he said, “we face the Sun