Climate insurgence with roadway converge drivers diverge.
pot of gold?
Friday afternoon, 330pm pst Smokey Joe and I are out for an evening walk. Passing through the gate and into the park warming sun shine basks us both promising a long, pleasant walk however, a quick glance westward revealed dark clouds trailing to the ground which means only one thing, rain! Great wouldn’t you know it after being indoors all afternoon the one time…