It was around five in the morning last Tuesday when I found this bike in the middle of the road. It was an old-style bicycle that was at least as old as me -- a Huffy I believe. I took it for a spin, naturally, and rode it through the single road that leads outside of my Arctic village. Everything was completely silent and perfectly still. As I breezed through the foggy and slightly hilly tundra I caught the occasional glimpse of a caribou or hare. It was absolutely and utterly tranquil. Playing Seasons felt just like that.