It is autumn in Moominvalley, for how else can spring come back again?
(Title is from Tove Jansson: Finn Family Moomintroll)
Imagine, if you will, a mountain cut by a swift flowing, chill stream. Something giant, something vast, something glacial, takes a spoon and carves out a bowl. Thousands of years pass and people begin to arrive, whether hunters, those who gather the raw materials needed to survive in a rapidly changing continent, or those who come later, bearing metals, searching for ore, hacking out paths and carving twisting roads.