“In wintertime everything seems to stand still, all frozen and hidden beneath the snow and ice; unseen by the eye. Everything and everyone hidden away, asleep in burrows and caves, between roots and in holes dreaming about summers past and summers yet to come. All waiting patiently for the sun to bring back its warmth.    Only a few know that that’s not completely true. Some things just don’t rest, don’t linger or stand still. They’re always moving; even”