Here it is, only almost May, and the last ice is fading. I took this sad shot today. We know that some day we'll have kilometres of ice, and we'll all live underground. Constantly redoing the ice shafts as the glaciers grind over us. But not this day.
Here is a picture of an Arctic wildflower in Toronto, struggling against the coming heat. Oh, I know you're going to ask why all the doom and gloom, saying that all the latest scientific papers are destroying Warming, noting that past variability has been underestimated. I know all that, but I've been cold so long, that I am afraid of thawing.
Oh, somewhere in this favoured land the sun is shining bright,
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light;
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children are swarming,
But there is no joy in Hogtown — Frigid Toronto is warming.
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