Once upon a time…

..when the winters were snowy and cold. After the snowfall, the days were clear and cold, and the landscape was peaceful, fragile and silent. We could only hear the crunch of snow under our boots as we walked and the occasional snow falling from tree branches, and in the squares of towns and cities, people played at throwing snowballs at each other.

There is no longer winter, but a non-season that is wet and grey in some places, or extremely dry and bright in others. It is not only species that die out. Seasons do too. And in many places on the planet, people throw lead bullets at each other.