The ground thaws, spring flowers wave in summer breezes, and finally the colors of fall glow brilliantly in the setting sun. Winter comes. Mother nature passes on. Reds, Greens and Yellows turn to browns and greys awaiting rebirth again in the following spring.
Similarly, spring and summer held promise for a PDR for Orion. Now that promise has grown stale and slipped to November. Winter. Like all living things, Orion is following a cycle. And soon, it too, will die under its own weight. And cost.
And what lies beyond? A new year. A new spring. Rebirth?