With the change of seasons we too change. Laid out ceremoniously, the restraints of modern society have been shed. The buckle returns to what is familiar, waiting to provide structure and support at the price of restriction. No longer having something to impress themselves upon, the underlying intentions reveal themselves, hoping to entice a passerby. While it cannot escape completely, the unclasped end bravely defies its intended purposes, exploring its newly found freedom while it can.