About Collection 2

The gale blows strongly. A wisp of snow and a sheet of ice is all that remains between you and the darkness. It is cold; you are cold. The sensation is enough to freeze you right where you stand, causing you to wince and shiver in uncertainty and discomfort. You close your eyes in an attempt to shun the cold and imagine a more pleasant place. Though the cold breeze chills your face, you find yourself able to center your mind on something in the distance; a birch tree. Standing askew and almost illuminated you notice its branches are frail and its bark is chipped, but it is still standing. Its thin frame heeds the command of the gale, swaying every which way, while still resisting the weight of winter. It is waiting for the call of spring, just as you are. You smile and gather your strength, for it is time to push on.