It was a sunny April day, when me and the my cinema club friends hiked in the beautiful Hasmas mountains, Romania. From the withered, crisp grass one could see crocuses springing everywhere. Their beautiful hues contrasted against the golden ground. Only one stood alone, or rather, determined to find its place in this early spring landscape. The snowdrop, with its tilted head and beating heart, was finding its way, just like the person admiring it.