Another big storm engulfs Britain. The third – they say – in a month. Or engulfs America. Or any other place, either likely, or unlikely. Even middle eastern deserts are not immune. Why is this happening? What could be wrong? What can we do about it?

People cower in darkness, and shiver. Their convenient and comfortable homes instantly reduced to dank and dingy caves. No television. No radio. No internet. A turkey still to cook…

People fume, stacked rows-deep in airport chairs, designed specifically to deny any of them the chance to lie supine. Waiting, and becoming angrier by the minute. How dare whoever-is-to-blame! How DARE they!

Trains stop, and decline to keep to schedule. Buses are cancelled. Nothing moves over the slick, icy roads.
Don’t they KNOW it’s Christmas?

Not enough snowplows. Too little salt. Workers on strike for ever more of what they already have, and slowly, sporadically at first, people begin to die.

Birds sit huddled in frigid trees, doing what they have always done, since the dawn of time.
Animals too. To any remaining wild thing, it is business as usual, only somewhat tougher than usual. They too die sometimes. But this, to them, is absolutely normal, and only to be expected.

It’s called ‘winter’.

People once feared it, and worked their bodies to the bone to prepare for it. They knew of its coming, and knew, too, that unprepared, they would probably not survive it.
Funny that: lately nobody prepares for it. Almost nobody. Few even remember what it really is: the time of death.

Money doesn’t make it go away. Neither does bravado. Or anger. Or stupidity.
Nothing makes it go away. Only patience and fortitude ease its ponderous passage.

Somewhere, a man who has done all he could, and fearing it may not be enough, turns to his wife and whispers:
“I don’t know… I don’t know if we are going to make it…”
His wife raises a smile, filled with love and courage, and soothes his anxiety:
“You’ve done all you could, my dear. You’ve done your best. We will, or we won’t. Either way, where goest thou, there will I go, with thee.”

And winter falls, upon them, and upon the Earth, covering all with pure white snow.
Who but people could ever think they owned it?


  1. Jose says:

    Merry Christmas!

    Nature does not care what we think. She will dump her snow, Hurricanes, Tornadoes and everything else on us if she wants to. Our job is to survive it and move on from this.

    Never could understand why people think we can control Mother Nature.

    Fantastic post and again Merry Christmas to you and your family!

  2. Repair_Man_Jack says:

    A certain type of man can own Winter. We can’t seem to produce them any longer.

    1. crow says:

      Even one is probably enough.

  3. Daniel says:

    It’s why some people can not even consider whether ‘climate change’ might have something to it. The idea that the elements themselves could actually be affected by puny little Man is so arrogant and absurd that it must be delusional.

    On the other hand, many rabid ‘believers’ in climate change cannot describe the scientific case beyond a few simplistic declamations they’ve learned to repeat.

    The whole climate change ‘debate’ is a substitute for religious sensibility in a supposed secular age. It’s irresistibly attractive for zealots on both sides.

    1. crow says:

      Interesting hypothesis. Surrogate religion, after the abandonment of the thing, itself. It seems ever more clear that humans have an intrinsic need to worship and revere, no matter how much they may resent it.

    2. Vigilance says:

      It’s worthwhile to be reminded that many fallen human civilizations were tipped over by climate changes they caused. Climates in localized areas are easily disrupted by something as “green” as agriculture. Just ask the Mayans. The global crises has a fair bit to do with the fact that Industrial Civilization is widespread and massive in scale when placed next to agriculture.

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