There is something special about stopping in an empty field and looking around after having walked quietly in nature for an hour or more. The sun sinks towards the horizon, reflecting in spring puddles. Wind howls across the plain, across desolate agricultural fields and wide roads. The first green buds rise from the shrubs. The intense light overwhelms the enormous void. Deep beneath the surface the first sprouts silently awaken. How to depict this feeling of a great beginning, the rise of a new aeon, another wonderful summer with all its challenges and excitement? And, at the same time, the feeling that somewhere else there are disturbing and horrifying events that demand our immediate attention?