The ocean rolled in fiercer these days. Global warming? Global cooling? A portent of unhappier days? The natives didn’t have the the answer. Though, their people had lived here for millenia. Weather just wasn’t the same as it always had been. Not that there weren’t your atypical months or seasons in the past, but the stability of the traditional four seasons, seemed to be waning. The seasons were under attack, if not by man then by Gaia herself. All we could do was brace ourselves for the worst. Stock up on foodstuffs, make sure the guns had ammo, and keep the fire lit for the day when the great storm would come, and wash away all that technological man had constructed.