Dandelions appear. Even though cold weather keeps snapping back they are assurance that Summer will come. Everything may not be promise, but promise proliferates—the promise of Summer, the promise of nature. Railroad tracks a vestige of industrial human-kind ever since steam first met steel. Dandelions every Spring find their way through the rocks and gravel ballast between the ties. Then the railroad itself, a spur connected to a larger network that you can follow eventually finding whatever city you desire within the confines of the continent. The railroad itself... also promise.