But a runny nose does not give rise to complaints, in light of what is happening in Australia. The images of the floods experienced there are even more chilling than the dry sound the snow underfoot makes when stepped on when the frost figures hit double digits. I cannot imagine what it must feel like to watch one‘s home carried away by a muddy stream stretching wider than the entire neighborhood, really more reminiscent of a dirty ocean. To lose on top of everything the things that you can never get back, photos and keepsakes from a life lived, possessions of no monetary value but irreplaceable and thus invaluable to the owners.
It is amazing how narrow the band of environmental circumstances within which we are able to sustain life comfortably as humans. The temperature cannot go up or down all that much and I remind the reader not to be fooled by the scale we have attached to such measurements. It can get a whole lot hotter and colder than thermometers imply. We are very vulnerable to rainfall as the flooding in Australia shows, utter chaos followed two days’ worth of heavy rain, arriving in the wake of an unusually stormy 3 month period that left the catchment saturated. Too hot, too cold, too dry, too wet. That seems to be the theme of weather related reports from world over these days. Makes one wonder about what the world was like some decades ago when in retrospect such reporting was much less frequent. Perhaps journalism is now more all-encompassing and less localized. I very much hope this is the case and would be in a better position to philosophize about this if I had not turned off the radio when a weather specialist was being asked about the subject and began his monolog with the words: there is some speculation about the onset of a small ice age.
To me there is no small ice age, especially considering that a regular ice age lasts about 100,000 years. I do not want to spend the rest of my stay here on this planet speaking year round through a muffler wrapped around my head. What the hell happened to global warming? Did they fix this at Cancun? If so they went a bit overboard if we swapped gentle warming for bitter and biting cooling.
But soon it will be spring again and no one here will think about ice or anything cold aside from ice cubes in drinks. Until then I am tempted to join the neighborhood gym. The just advertised “hot yoga” classes, which are not to be confused with “sexy yoga” if such a thing exists, as “hot” refers to the temperature within the room the class takes place in, namely 40°C or 104°F.