The world doesn’t know it’s August. At least, not in Alabama. We had a very pleasant dinner out on the porch last night. This morning, the temperature is 58 degrees. What is wrong here?
And yet, this morning is crisp. When have you ever used the words “crisp, August morning” before? Maybe in Iceland. Not in Alabama.
I fear we are just now paying the price for all of those renewable, non-greenhouse gas producing vehicles people have been buying. We’ve unleashed a runaway train called global cooling. The next Ice Age is upon us.
I realize this view is not PC. According to all the experts, we’re all going to burn up as the world gets hotter. But either way, the important point to keep in mind is that we’re all doomed. I’m reminded of a poem called “Fire and Ice” by Robert Frost.
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Birmingham, Alabama. August 2019. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Sweater and hot chocolate, anyone?