Your faults, in seeming and actuality like rivers can surge and subside at a breeze. Trust not what first reflects on the surface will resemble a later form, or imply its final force. Temper the impression by warmer seasons of thought, as can pressing winds goad the climate and patterns of water. Choose to see balm, and so happen that Nature. Or exhaust your Winter conclusions and accustom to the frozen form of your shimmering follies, apathy.