On very cold nights he lay so that his breath would warm it. For Wilbur, nothing in life was so important as this small round object – nothing else mattered. Patiently he awaited the end of winter and the coming of the little spiders. Life is always a rich and steady time when you are waiting for something to happen or to hatch. The winter ended at last.  ~E.B. White, Charlotte’s Web, Chapter XXII: A Warm WindTPV