He made it up the mountain they way they told him to. It was not as difficult as they had said. He arrived at the mouth of the cave it looked just like they said it would. The woman was standing there just like they said she would. They were right about everything, he was afraid. The woman accepted his gift and asked him why he came. He began, I am sick. Every year after the snows melt and the days grow longer I become sick. I sweat and am overcome with fever my temper is uncontrollable and my demeanor is coarse. I beg of you to help me. The woman just looked at him. Climate change she said. The man did not understand. She continued, I can see it as clear as day you need to move. Your blood is boiling, your memory is moving and your mind cannot slow itself down. You fell abused, wasted your mind cannot forget the punishments your decisions have brought upon you. You cannot forgive the people who have disappointed you and the faces that have spurned you. It fuels your soul the anger inside of you. It is time for a climate change. Join the snows to cool your blood and come to the forest to let your mind remember the old ways to work and feel. Return to peace of the wind, the steps of the dear and the power of the place you have left behind. Once you find it without place it within and the power of you shall begin again.