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The title of this post is obviously a marketing ploy. But more seriously, after a week in Trás-os-Montes, I believe again in the power of seasons over our overall rhythm. While the Christmas decorations were mere reminders that a week before, families were celebrating the end of the year's festivities together, I arrived in Trás-os-Montes through a thick fog, and surrounded with the smell of burnt wood. I had a plan to shoot some images at the houses of the people I met during the summer. Unfortunately, everyone was gone, had a cold, and in general, was not as eager as during summer days to show outside of their home. First, I was frustrated. But I thought this was part of winter life in the region: empty villages once the sun sets, cold and foggy weather... So I took the decision to film just this. The absence. To be fair, there were some people: the ones working - in agriculture in the villages, and in shops and services in Bragança. In the city, it seems that winter was also an opportunity to renovate the roads and sites. I decided to expand my horizons, and I visited Vimioso, Mirando do Douro, Vila Real and Chaves. Every where were works, renovations, and... empty streets, closed shops... The north was getting ready for its visitors!