Hopefully, this is winter's last burst. The heavy ice covering the Sphere makes me long for the spring rains even more.

[A few dots appear as her pen taps the page idly before--]

If I may, what season pleases you most? I imagine that this weather is enjoyable for some, after all.

So we are born in a matured form, then grow younger?  This "sphere" seems to have the concept slightly off.

There is no taste to

Would anyone happening to read this know where there would be decent food available, other than the cafeteria?

( And then you see it... white shores and a far green country under a swift sunrise )

( before I question my memories, they question me )