Within the UK at least, there can be few people who have been untouched by the early snows and freezing temperatures.
For me, living as I do in the heart of Wales, nature once again is directing my life as I find myself unable to go anywhere because of the conditions and, even though I have experienced this kind of severity before, quite pre-occupied by the latest temperature reading on the little weather station and the local forecast. I am trying to be accepting of it all, but must admit that, after a week, it is beginning to be a little boring. More importantly, the impact of this protracted weather pattern becomes deadlier for the wildlife by the day and, for its sake, I will be relieved to see the end of the snow for now. While it is harsh here, I know it is worse in Scotland and other parts of the UK, and my heart goes out to all who are suffering at this time.
Meanwhile, because I am confined to barracks, I have decided to use the time when I would normally be outside or away constructively. Because it is so quiet and still it is a wonderful time for meditation, reflection, observing, just being. Nature is still here, and it is lovely to watch the different birds and animals that have been drawn to the food we have put out for them that we would not usually see, to marvel at their ability to survive at all - for while the weak and the old may die, the strong of the species will live on in this world. There are practical things I can do also, like cleaning out some drawers and cupboards, and attempting to do some de-cluttering, but my inclination, I have to say, is to be still and quiet, like the weather.
As I write it is snowing again, and a wind is getting up. It feels timeless and endless, extraordinary, and while it has been this way periodically for thousands of years, this particular situation is different. Nature is calling to us to take notice: perhaps, this time, we will.