He remembered: in his youth, this landscape would have been covered with snow, frozen, for several weeks, even, on a colder year, for months. Now, the thaw had come before Christmas. They’d had two snow storms, and, perhaps, it would be all for the winter…
But he knew. Despite all the speeches, the pledges, the politicians’ grand gestures, nothing really had changed. Nature, the Earth, would wait. It had happened before, long ago, before the great flood. It would happen again.
The old man resumed his walk. The late December sun rays were warm on his skin.
Of Glass & Paper 
Nature can afford to wait… but can we?
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La nature n’a que rire de l’homme, il parle d’elle comme si elle dépendait de lui….
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Hoping for a milder winter than last year in my part of the world. “Snowmaggedon” was a mutha’.
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We can only do our own small part and hope it’s not too late – while the politicians argue.
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Man will never learn, and history will keep repeating itself…ad nauseum.
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Profound and very true. I don’t think she has too much longer to wait, do you?
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