I spent last weekend at a convention so I was completely out of nature's path. Ian can't stand going to a con and never leaving the hotel, but I like the bubble of being surrounded only by one's fellow attendees. At one point, I looked up and could see the snow coming down onto the hotel's glass roof but I was out of the cold for days.
There are a lot of people who have great reverence for nature. I'm fairly certain nature will kill me if it can. So I relish being out of its grip. The sheer glee I get from being able to avoid nature is irrational, probably, but it's there.
Air conditioning is an ecological nightmare, but it's also among my favorite things. Like, one time @RevGlenrose asked us to list our favorite things alphabetically and "central A/C" was my choice for "C." Though I don't have a medical need for air conditioning, sigh, you now have that in writing, I know that "summer comes to New Orleans, a bunch of people die from the heat" used to be a thing and now is at least a far less common thing.
There was an episode of Yogi Bear, and I'm almost certain I'm not making this up, where Yogi Bear caused some catastrophe and Ranger Smith, exasperated, asked why Yogi couldn't be just a regular bear and hang out in the woods out of trouble. No, instead Yogi had to be a smart and selfish bear and involve himself in wacky hijinks, causing the catastrophe that I'm almost cure occurred in the episode of Yogi Bear I kind of remember. Anyway, by the end of the episode, Yogi had gotten the park, himself, and Ranger Smith out of trouble. Us inventive bears are resourceful that way.
Obviously, I'm going for a metaphor here. It is humanity's nature to be smart and selfish bears and I like that about us, even if I do wonder what it will mean for the world. Will we the inventive bears always be able to save ourselves? I'm inclined to say yes, but maybe I'm just rationalizing that air conditioning habit.
Today I had to wait until the ice was melting to get on the road to work, once again at nature's mercy. She wins in the long run, I suppose, no matter how smart a bear you are.