"This is a story I wrote a while back. I had just lost yet another old friend, and the memories were heavy on my mind. The thought of the many seasons that had come and gone in our friendship inspired me to tell this story, WINTER'S END." John lay in a darkened room, motionless, staring at the ceiling fan above as it made involuntary, slow circles, pushed by the air register on the wall above his head. Apart from that, John was conscious of nothing else in his surroundings.