The bitter-cold air batters my face as I cycle to work under the elm trees. December two and the yellow-orange-pink foliage are still giant brush strokes against the blue sky. Full of leaves. Such beauty! And such horror, as we clock up yet another “warmest year on record.” We are riding the wave of the… Read more »
December 2, 2016
Intro-Extrospection on a Winter Fall Day
The bitter-cold air batters my face as I cycle to work under the elm trees. December two and the yellow-orange-pink foliage are still giant brush strokes against the blue sky. Full of leaves. Such beauty! And such horror, as we clock up yet another “warmest year on record.” We are riding the wave of the… Read more »