photo©trryan 2004 - Santa Fe, NM
I am the weary winter traveler this week - finding it hard to post with a lap top - in my lap in one of many airport terminal layovers. In the last nine days I have crossed the continent from end to end four times. I am finally on my way home.
In these long journeys over short days I have landed and taken off in every kind of imaginable winter weather: snow, fog, rain, sleet, wind, and record-breaking heat. These winter weather patterns are certainly not remarkable with the exception that not one occurred in a place that it was expected or even normal.
In the face of global warming - the inveterate traveler can no longer pack according to geography and decades of proven weather data. Suitcases now bulge with an assortment of jackets, summer linen, scarves, sandals, and boots as if one was packing not to go just round the world - but up and down it. Longitudes and latitudes are no longer measurable degrees of expected weather.
There is something about traveling perpetually aloft at 30,000 feet that seems to have given me the vision of a birds-eye view this week, if you will, and it is ever-more startling to witness how wacky the weather has gotten; winter landscapes seen from above defy logic.
What this weather and these views from above don't defy is basic ordinary smarts -- and I remain evermore dumbfounded and amazed at our fellow citizens and neighbors who arrogantly scoff at all the conclusive evidence of how our hand is not only shaping the weather but the immediate future of our planet.
The emperor is still not wearing clothes.