As I write into my notebook by candlelight, a freak storm is battering Motovun. Judging by the occasional beeps of the system protecting my computer from power surges, the electricity is going off every now and then. Which is why I have lit the candle in the first place. This is quite unusual in the middle of winter, but then it has long been unusually warm, as well. Climate change, beyond any doubt. Freak storms are here to stay as reminders that something is amiss. Badly amiss, too. The reminders are liable to become ever more insistent. And maybe even unforgettable. All this said, the candlelight is so very soothing, though.