Winter

 

 
 

"The dark fields do not give fruit continuously, nor are trees accustomed to bear an equal wealth of fragrant flowers in every circling year, but rather in alternation. Therefore the race of mortal man is led by Fate. No clear sign arrives from Zeus. And though we embark on bold endeavors, long for glorious deeds, our limbs adorned with shameless hope, the streams of foresight still lie out of reach. And so we must hunt for due measure in our love of gain. For the madness of unattainable desires is too sharp." -Pindar