There's a young woman stood in an emerald meadow in a wind-swept dress, amidst a field in spring, waiting to be taken by the hand to the great season's blossoming tree. Yet, before any of this may happen, there is the longing, the anticipation, the hopefulness upon winter's end, where it'll be warmer tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. There's a young man willing to drive out to all corners of the Earth, walk when the tank empties, swim when there's a river to traverse, and fly when an ocean stands in the way, all to bring the two of them home.