The driveway needs shovelling again.
Another hour to be wasted, neglecting the important.
A diesel beast carves another layer of ashphalt from the nearby road.
It has to.
People can't get to the hospital on two planks with two poles.
The bounty of California sits on our counter.
Freshness vanishes for 6 months here.
While summer days are greener, we cook in our own juices as we lie in bed at night.
We destroy the world with our wreckless consumption to exist here.
Temperate places beckon but my better half won't budge.
Moreso, I can't - I won't leave them.