War? What war? Well, there is always a war, isn’t it? Wars do not just happen, they are made, and if we don’t make them, they are over. War is over, if you want it.
This is probably not my most inspired image, but it’s the best I could do, crouching on the balcony, peeping over snow that had freshly fallen while I was sleeping the afternoon away. You may know the lights in the background from elsewhere.