Winter, Weather, And The Theory Of Chaos

Completely unexpected, as ever at this time of year, winter has hit what used to be part of the frozen north. For the first time in many years there is deep snow on the ground, the air is freezing cold, and winter woollies have regained their rightful place as a fashion statement. The news media have been quick to highlight the impending chaos as transport connections fail, bus, tram and train lines are cancelled, and the streets fall into an eerie silence. Only the chaos is missing.

The human – of whatever sub-species we might claim to be – is reasonably adaptable, given the right warnings and personal balance. Most tend to realise that winter brings colder weather with it, the chance of snow, a higher chance of blocked or icy roads and delays. So early in the year, many are also still caught in their holiday mood, recalling the long hours away from the dull life of their office work, the pressure of customer service, the many things they promised they’d do but didn’t. An extra day at home, forced by the gods and their fickle ways, comes as a blessing. Although, to be honest, not for all.

Still, the chaos prophesied by the mass media does not seem to have grasped or shaken local society. There is no mad dashing through the streets, no wringing of hands, tearing of hair at the unfairness of it all, at the inconvenience, at the lack of consideration. Those who venture out are quieter, listening to and quietly enjoying the silence: a vast landscape of mostly white, partially encased in fog in the early hours, and an unusual stillness without automobiles or the noise of haste. An extra day to make a long weekend, and a new chance to reflect on decisions and commitments, to complete tasks at home, and prepare for the new week at leisure.

And the winter chaos? Perhaps the headlines have sold a few more newspapers, caused the phone-fixated to click and scroll further than usual, but no more than that. Bad news and fear sells commercial media, and the good news stories are always tucked away at the end as a things can’t be all that bad, because…. last minute thought. The only chaos is in the newsrooms themselves, as desperate editors scramble to fill the column inches, and earn a crust to eat. The real world need barely give them more than a few moments’ attention, and the chaos remains banned, the beautiful winter weather there to be enjoyed.