Bbrrrrr!! Here I am, sitting in the Deep South, freezing my butt off. I know that for many of you twenty degrees Fahrenheit seems like a heat wave, but it’s plenty cold for me. I mean, yesterday was the coldest New Year’s Day we have seen in my neck of the woods in sixteen years.
That may not seem like global warming, but it is climate change. More frequent and more extreme climate patterns. Not just weather, but climate. There is a difference. And yes, Donald, I said it. Climate change. Because it’s real. And at least in part due to human activity.
When I was a kid we would drive to the Philadelphia airport and I was always mesmerized by the sight of the oil refineries at night. Brilliant yellow flames climbing high into the night, leaping out of dozens of pipes where gases were burned off as part of the refining process.
If a company that owns one of these refineries has voting rights in our country, and can thus be considered to be human, then humans are playing a role in climate change. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to get it. And Donald, if you would get your head out of….the sand and stop denying the science, you’d get it too.
But I digress and am far afield from my intended subject. Here on this particular frigid night I have hopes for the return of Spring.
At one time, in some places, the return of Robin Red Breast was heralded as a sign of the coming Spring. I don’t think birds migrate the way they used to so the sight of a robin these days isn’t as meaningful as it once was. Climate change. Damn, there I go again!
But today I did see something that I thought could only be a sign of spring. While I sat at a stoplight I was watching the traffic moving perpendicular to me, through the green light. I’m used to seeing a wide variety of vehicles travelling this road, but this was a rare sighting indeed. No, not some kind of bird or other wildlife.
It was two tractor trailers carrying boats. Big new boats wrapped tightly in white plastic. Three boats, probably measuring twenty feet each, stacked up on each truck’s trailer.
Surely new boats headed to a marina or showroom for sale could only mean that spring was approaching. And close behind would be Summer and many days spent on those boats on lakes, rivers and oceans near and far.
I’d like to buy a boat. But mine won’t be one of those fancy new ones, clad in its protective white plastic wrap. Mine will be someone else’s hand me down. And I’ll be happy with that.
I’m looking forward to warm days on the lake, riding on my boat. And then I can tell you all about the one hundred degree heat!
That’s part of my story. What’s yours?