Just a Theory

Yesterday in my little midwest prison town the day started with ice-fog. Mists trailing from snowbanks,drifting over roadways. Cars colliding. At noon it was 62 degrees. I took the dog for a walk past flooding streams and the matted bodies of drowned fieldmice, surprised in their beds. In the evening, we had a full-bore thunderstorm, the second this January. I turned off the TV and sat watching lightning arc across the winter sky. I thought about flying. I thought about never flying again.

Global climate change may just be a "theory" (you know, like evolution). But it has captured our attention, in this season between Scott Peterson and Robert Blake. You have to wonder.