While the circumference is ever in motion, the axis is the stable core upon which the wheel rotates. Therefore, be not too attached to the temporal machinations of the circumference, but rather seek the centre and allow the seasons to find their turn about you. No state is permanent, and for every descent, there is a corresponding ascension. Be grateful for the bounties and have patience during the droughts. They each shall pass in their turn.
Walking with the broken rocks upon the heaving thrust of mountain echoes, movement becomes challenged. Something may have taken hold here, but its residue has since faded into the dust of winds long blown away. Though memory shards crack and splinter through the ice age history once foretold, there are now no more than fragments upon a beach receding beyond the breaking waves.