We have seen the Last Autumn. We have endured the Long Winter. Some of us crossed an invisible line in that stark white hell, while others did not. But every winter must eventually come to an end. The ice will thaw and at last, we may yet begin to see signs of spring. But I wonder... How will our way of life, the excuses we spoke, the compromises we made - how will they stand up in the harsh light of the sun? And what will the new generation have to say when afflicted with the terrible energy and optimism of spring?