Hope in small places: a dusting of snow
I’ve taken pictures of my neighborhood’s descent into disgust from the supply of doof and other garbage. Yesterday morning I opened the shades to see a dusting of snow.
I get so down about global warming and roughly 330 million Americans continuing to pollute while saying they’re concerned, acting like they aren’t contributing. Here was a sign that we haven’t lost winter here yet, amid reports of many places 30 or 40 degrees above average.
To clarify, there was still plenty of disgusting litter. I tried to avoid taking pictures of it this time. This morning it’s drizzling. A decade ago, this drizzle would have been flurries. A decade from now it may be seawater flooding. I hope to help reduce that chance.
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