Spring is sprung.

As I contemplate the weather and its effect on my walk to Sainsbury's in another part of the globe there is real trauma. 

The whole of the Middle East is effectively in turmoil. Like fireworks, splashes of light and sparks erupt and die down only to flare up again and again.
Egypt is under the control of a tyrannical government led by General Sisi, a placement by  the West after their fears of another Muslim Caliphate led by Hosni Mubarak during the Arab Spring.
Geo politics determines the shape and the political constituent of an area but has little or no influence afterwards on the actions and the micro effect on the population. The savage put down of any opposition harks back to Saddam Hussain and Gaddafi and it seems that the intercine conflict between tribes throughout the Middle East has no peaceful solution.
The attack on Mosul is an example.  The ISIS fighters are only marginally more hated than the collaborators who have joined forces to defeat ISIS, have for each other.

 The Iraq Army is mainly Shia, the fighters from the Mosul region are Sunni, as are the majority of the civilians in Mosul, and the strongest element in the force trying to regain Mosul are the Peshmurga, the people from the north of Iraq , Kurds who were dreadfully purged by Saddem's Shia back in the days prior to the Arab Spring.

How joyful that term sounded. An Arab Spring, a people's uprising to throw off the tyranny and scourge of despotic leadership. How it would lead the way to democratic institutions, the rule of law and above all stability.
From Afghanistan to Libya the area is aflame with religious and tribal conflict. The divisions go so deep (632 AD) and lack any sort of resolution. Differences based on historical religious slights and more currently, divergence regarding tribal affairs and tribal boarders which, like family differences smoulder awaiting the smallest draft to fan them into flames again.
In the security of my little house there are no rockets shooting overhead, no religious zealots in the street only Mrs Smith exercising her dog disturbs the peace and quiet.
Spring is a long way off but we know, when it arrives it will bring life and a reawakening of the time immemorial pageant of rebirth that our Spring is famous for.