Climate glory and injustices

Dear Bloggers:

It is a gorgeous day in Coastal Carolina, crisp, clear, limpid, as we only get in the Spring (still too humid in the Fall, and right now the bugs are not alive yet, most of them still in gestattion), something akin to what residents of Seattle experience whenever Rainier is visible, but it is much warmer here and not deep down humid (yet--don't worry we pay our dues with dripping hot humidity about 300 days of the year...)

Which reminds me of somethign Albert Camus once noted: the injustice of climate. Born dirt poor in French Algeria, he never knew, he said, the greatest injustice of them all until he went to Paris: the one of climate. I shall paraphrase him (but closely)with a touch of Baudelaire's urban "spleen": "We all were poor, but we all shared the natural beauty and the warmth of the sun. I did not know true despair until I got to see the great metropoles of the North, with their industrial sprawl, and their pervading greyness: people are grey, the pigeons are grey, the skies are hopeless, the human soul imprisoned..."

And so, savor the day when it is as glorious as today in downeast "cawlina"...

Y'all enjoy!