Spring Equinox. Something cat-like looking out at us, and two little bird-likes looking in. I see the flame arising from an orb at the bottom, repeated in the crown, but here the orb is dual and the flame inside a halo. Perhaps you can't really say these kinds of things with words? Read what you like, how you like: behind the cross is a fair one with their own work to do. (And it's not not you.) A cloud of primroses their very own shade of yellow.