Other evidence of an unlocking of the grip of winter are suddenly apparent also, if you decide to look.
As winter gives way to spring, the barren trees are actually now laden with tiny buds, the first signs of renewed life for the new year. Below my feet, Snowdrops are poking through the frozen blades of grass, the hardiest and first flowers of the calendar.
Before we know it, spring will be in full force and the quiet scenes surrounding me will be replaced with a cacophony of colour and noise. Life will return and be in full swing again.
This, I feel, is a true reflection of our times as we endure a third National Lock Down. This winter shall pass. Life will begin anew and we can look forward to better and busier times ahead.
But this shouldn’t detract us from taking the time to notice where we are at the moment, for all it’s frustrations, and to see that there is a beauty in the silent world we are living through in this strangest of winters.