|- : It was warm enough to go without a jacket, but the breeze was reminiscent of cool summer evenings of childhood. Everywhere, life was finding a rebirth, "Now the green blade riseth." A closer inspection of the small buds also turned up an overwhelming presence of death from last year's autumn. Leaves still clung to the same branch that bore the young life. The sky was dark and close, the distant mountains ethereal and haunting. All around, the spring evening gave examples of both Birth and Death.