The others had always teased Steve that there were only two seasons in Nevada. Summer and not summer. Steve found it interesting that this mirrored his life during certain periods of time. Happy, and unhappy. Happy; long days on the road, a new book, good music, and now the team. Fighting with the men that he respected and had come to call family. Unhappy; the loss of his father, his mother, his sister going away to school. The loss of his own family. With his stoic attitude, the others never knew, they never guessed, never understood. Steve was winter and summer all in one soul.
Hot and cold, summer and winter. Changing like the seasons.
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