It is a cold still night in January. There have been few things to write about the environment right now. The universities and learned journals do not publish much this time of the year and perhaps the world was made environmentally weary and climate careless by the recent spectacle of the leaders of one hundred and ninety-two nations at Copenhagen failing miserably to agree to do anything to solve what they all consistently tell us to be the world’s most important problem.
It is disheartening, but not unexpected. If a week is a long time in politics then the decade or two that the climate will take to wreak its havoc on us is, to politicians, unimaginable.
However disheartened I may be, I will continue to write about the environment and urge measures on a world that seems intent on keeping its finger firmly pressed upon the self destruct button.
I could pause here. Over two years of blogging and nearly eight hundred posts viewed quarter of a million times might be enough. If I were in the countryside it would be easier and more pleasant to watch the woods fill with snow.
“But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep.”