Winter is coming, whether we are here to see it, or not.
Seven different species of bees on the endangered species list.
Elections are coming, if we are still here to vote.
Then spring, summer, fall. Change is coming.
It can happen here.
We may complain of the heat, the cold, the fall into incivility, in which we, of course, play no part.
It’s just words.
What matters? These sparrows, fluttering in the ash tree. Frost on the last tomato.
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