The frigid weather we’re seeing is part of an ancient rhythm, a short phase in the lovely changes we experience as we pass through the seasons.
Winter itself is something to be celebrated. For without it, and these long nights and cold days, we would not feel so exhilarated at the arrival of spring.
It was ever thus, and the first warmish days of a new year complete an eternal cycle of life, death and rebirth.
There are no numbers to measure what that means to the human spirit.