Somewhere, It's About to Be Spring
ShortStory 3,180 words Recommended by 3 award/anthology sources
"Lacuna knew winter. Winter was the vast distances between the stars. Winter was the cold of space. You couldn’t measure cold; it was not a thing in itself. It was only the absence of heat. As darkness was only an absence of light. Yet both of these—the dark and the cold—felt like things that reached toward her as she moved through space."
Content warnings 1
death-of-a-loved-one
Quasar links out; the story lives on Clarkesworld, where the author gets the click.