The first snow of the season. It wasn’t much, maybe a few inches, but it was enough to blanket the fields in snow and to cover the trails and paths.
“It’s early, John,” Maria said. “Is this a harbinger of a cold, wet, white winter?”
“It’s late November, dear,” John said. “So this first snow is actually a little late, in contrast to the past few years.”
“The weather seems to be changing,” Maria said. “Summers seem to be longer, dryer, and hotter. Fall is shorter, winters are colder and wetter, and spring has just about disappeared.”
“Oh come on, Maria,” John said. “Are you going to start going off on that climate change crap again?”
“But, John, are you unaware of the climate change assessment report that was prepared with input from 13 federal agencies involving around 300 scientists?” Maria said.
“Of course I’m aware of it,” John said. “But you know that Trump said that people like him, who have very high levels of intelligence, don’t believe it.”
“Why doesn’t he believe it, John? Where does he get his information?”
“He gets it from his gut,” John said. “He said that his gut tells him more than anybody else’s brain can ever tell him. So he’s going with his gut.”
“But did you hear the nonsense he spewed when he said this?”
“You look at our air and our water, and it’s right now at a record clean. But when you look at China and you look at parts of Asia and when you look at South America, and when you look at many other places in this world, including Russia, including — just many other places — the air is incredibly dirty. And when you’re talking about an atmosphere, oceans are very small. And it blows over and it sails over. I mean, we take thousands of tons of garbage off our beaches all the time that comes over from Asia. It just flows right down the Pacific, it flows, and we say where does this come from. And it takes many people to start off with.”
“Does any of that word salad make sense to you, John?” Maria asked.
“Okay, maybe his gut was a little off when he said that,” John admitted. “Let’s just enjoy the first snow of the season, shall we?”
“I’m good with that, John,” Maria said, squeezing her husband’s hand.
Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt. I also fit in these prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (contrast), Ragtag Daily Prompt (unaware), and Your Daily Word Prompt (information).