The snow shall come again. From a lofty place suspended between heaven and earth comes soft crystals, floating down in cadence to the song of the wind. God from above, conducts the choir of whites silences as his poetic baton sways to the rhythm of the skies. Mother Earth receives her blessings as the crystals find their new home, gently touching down to kiss the ground. Alas, the lovers have found new inspirations, and the poets and sages have uncovered familiar revelations. Each crystal holds the wisdom of the north as it lies on the hilltops, proclaiming a renaissance of beauty. Ever changing images enliven the state of stagnation. The spirit of nature is effervescent as it moves with the soul of the seasons.