They forget sometimes; memories fade with time, bodies grow weak with age. They forget sometimes that they are only human. They aren't so super-human as they are less-than-human in the fact that age or memory now limits them. They forget the cold and snow, too. Blisteringly low temperatures even during daylight hours; mounds of snow piled on and around their cars and driveways, creating natural made fortifications daunting to any human. Ice too makes them stumble: forward and backward, this way and that. Yet that urge!, it drives one and all forward. To let this mere obstacle have its way with you...!
They trudge along, performing their daily chores, ready to reap the fruits of their labor. Their reward is a certain knowledge: nothing too great or too small. Yet that reward is enough to sustain them through the cold and snow and forgetfulness. That reward is sweet to both their lips and their mind. The Spring is coming, Forward and forward...
Yet the cold still brings forth another urge. To lay down; to sleep; to forget those things which come through proper experience. In a certain sense, to give up on that Spring which is surely to come for one and for all. To give up. One must never do so in Winterland; it means being covered by that achingly cold ice and snow. One must never give in to those conditions, no matter how less-than-human they feel against that snow and ice.
They forget sometimes, and really, it comes with the best of people. They forget that the snow will melt, the Spring will come; and forward we go hand in hand with both nature and man's best wishes to guide us in our journey through Winterland.
