You can still see the ghosts of winter in the land. They won't leave. It's mid-April and they won't leave. They linger in the bare trees and sparkle in the cold water. They won't leave.
When will the barren landscape change? Will it? Climate change puts all in doubt, even spring. Can we even be sure spring will come?
All we can do is continue on the path. It's not up to us.
Cross the bridge to spring.
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