no, it's not. never will be, will it? it's winter. it's all over and dead. that's the initial thought, no? but then the realization that sleep is mearly a sibling to death. they are not one and the same, and slumber leads to wakefulness. spring will come- and he realizes that dosn't he? you can see the resignation in his eyes. new life will dawn, heedless of present desires. but perhaps i read too much into it. nevertheless, i look forward to your next season- and those beyond.
no, it's not. never will be, will it? it's winter. it's all over and dead. that's the initial though
