The grass is green
The Grass is Green
It has always been
This season
I am struck with realizing that our winters are like a long autumn now.
The light blanket of snow washed away by rain in January.
Rain in January.
In January.
In Toronto, in NYC, on the entire Eastern seaboard.
Some dry leaves still cling to the branches defying natures pull
Like some dry people denying changes happening in front of our eyes
No snow.
Rain.
January.
No global warming.
Because they say so.
Dare we defy the GW trolls
Disconnected from reality, and yet reality is here.
No snow
Rain
January
It has always been
This season
I am struck with realizing that our winters are like a long autumn now.
The light blanket of snow washed away by rain in January.
Rain in January.
In January.
In Toronto, in NYC, on the entire Eastern seaboard.
Some dry leaves still cling to the branches defying natures pull
Like some dry people denying changes happening in front of our eyes
No snow.
Rain.
January.
No global warming.
Because they say so.
Dare we defy the GW trolls
Disconnected from reality, and yet reality is here.
No snow
Rain
January