The swan, feeling the common riverside to be beneath him, decided to seek out more elegant surroundings and headed north, towards the pale light and cool winds. Soon the world around him began to contract, the air shook out delicate, frozen tears and the ground cracked in despair. But the trees were silent, soon they would be savouring the short days and lingering nights of rest. They relished the coming snow, it was a balm to their branches, which had long grown tired of summer's scorching. The swan hurried forward, until all about him became a brilliant white. Stopping, he at last beheld the most wonderful sight - a lake like a jewel, and knew he had found home.