There came a time during my walk that the fields of snow seemed to merge with the sky. There was a sense of unity, with no horizon. It felt that the loss of a physical horizon mirrored the loss of our metaphorical horizons, because without a view of past or future we can only exist now. I realised within this white bubble of melded land and sky that it is now for everyone and everything – it always has been and always will be. Snowiness is nowness.