Until Next Spring Spring gushes strong and high between the banks of the mountain creek. All the algae awaken from their winter slumber and set about to colonize every rock, every submerged branch, and restart their civilization. But they never learn, never remember that the floods forever fall in the summer, and the drying winds pass over the higher rocks. The orgy of excess over, they will be massacred, and be forced to scratch a living in the deeper pools.
