Bin HaraFrost crunches beneath your toes. One step ahead, the scent of damp pollen rises, and four colors of light tangle at the front's center.
Catch your breath here. It's spring up ahead, but there's still frost underfoot. Don't run like I do. You tie the ribbon.
Hara unties a blank ribbon from her harness, lays it before you, and looks toward the detour stairs.
The edge is faster, and the stairs take longer. Where would you like to start checking during today's window? If you stop, I'll stop too.