The ephemeral spring is like life itself. Perhaps spring is the most haunted of all seasons, ever slipping away, ever slipping away. Never lets you enjoy yourself to the fullest. I suggest that the spectator immerse himself in the nature of spring, its smells, tenderness, youth, leave the complex metaphysical questions about the short-term everything and everything, and just live in the moment. In a moment: freshness, awakening, a surge of strength and energy.