The year 1998 was the year of eternal autumn for me. Now, it feels like those days are here again.
It's raining here. Water world, Caladan ... Global warming run amuck. Is here the last bastion of humanfolk? The last bastion of the free people of middle earth?
Our climate is changing. I have lived here all my life, and I can feel it. As the economy dredges, one hundred years to a halt, here, the Rocky Mountain High, is becoming a temperate rain forest.
And I think .. Rivendell. The autumn leaves swirl. From my childhood, I can smell the smoke of burning leaves. Burning pine needles as our forests turn brown with the ravages of the pine beetle. Burning leaves. It's a smell from my youth, from innocuous and unknowing people and causes, plying the results of their uncaring into the atmosphere. But I remember it fondly, alongside the acrid diesel of the airport. The end of days, the burning leaves, the hubris of human technological triumph. Twinned in complex carbon compounds.
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