The fifth season started in Iowa. Yes, we have fifth season here. There is winter, with bright snow. There is spring with fresh greens and flowers. There is summer with even more flowers and boats on the lakes. There is fall, with colorful leaves. And there is the time, when there is nothing. Just brown, rotting memories of previous seasons. No color except of brown. This is the fifth season, which can be efficiently spent chasing the light. Since it is all that is. And some days, it is plenty enough.