The joke has been to call the spring 'Still Winter, ' or, by fans of J.R.R. Tolkien, to call it 'Second Winter. ' In this lazy turn of seasons, the earth fights to return to life, but the deathly grip of winter keeps wrestling it under. Budding flowers struggle to open against morning frost, their stalks clumsily twisting to find the sun, until they are inevitably reburied by snow and disgrace. Citizens leave the snow chains on their tires and the insulation panels on their windows at home. In Evergreen, the spring is short and misleading. But when the summer hits, and the green earth of hope and life finally finds it footing, it hits with a beautiful and unerring rhythm, like the lullaby from your first memory. You remember everyone you miss and everyone you 've ever been in love with. You are thankful to be alive, and you are thankful for what you 've learned in life so far. The sky 's piercing blue can only stand for peace, and there is green as far as you can see. You convince yourself you could be happy forever here. “It 's the most beautiful place on Earth,” Larissa 's grandmother Gladys had always said, the gaps in her teeth contouring her smile. “If only it could always be
The joke has been to call the spring 'Still Winter, ' or, by fans of J.R.R. Tolkien, to call it 'Second Winter. ' In this lazy turn of seasons, the earth fights to return to life, but the deathly grip of winter keeps wrestling it under. Budding flowers struggle to open against morning frost, their stalks clumsily twisting to find the sun, until they are inevitably reburied by snow and disgrace. Citizens leave the snow chains on their tires and the insulation panels on their windows at home. In Evergreen, the spring is short and misleading. But when the summer hits, and the green earth of hope and life finally finds it footing, it hits with a beautiful and unerring rhythm, like the lullaby from your first memory. You remember everyone you miss and everyone you 've ever been in love with. You are thankful to be alive, and you are thankful for what you 've learned in life so far. The sky 's piercing blue can only stand for peace, and there is green as far as you can see. You convince yourself you could be happy forever here. “It 's the most beautiful place on Earth,” Larissa 's grandmother Gladys had always said, the gaps in her teeth contouring her smile. “If only it could always be