As the warm sun begins to melt the snow inside the courtyard of this ancient monastery, a resident peeks out from the stairwell and contemplates with the hope that spring will quickly approach. He cries out "Oh Spring where art thou" his voice reflects off the whitewashed walls like that of the warm sun, seeking a place of refuge. His cry was not heard, the bitter cold air remains, and Spring is no where to be found. Or he is just looking to get some fresh air after working out in the gym.