Bicycle-riding during the apocalypse

The first time I heard about climate change was in the early or mid-’80s. My babysitter (the lovely Mrs. B.), her cozy back turned to me while she washed the lunch dishes, delivered this warning about the future: “In fifteen years, the climates of Nova Scotia and California are going to be switched.” I don’t…

Real darkness

Last week, I got up early to go for a bicycle ride before heading into work. I tricked myself out in the appropriate number of insulating layers; it’s cold enough now that the wind chill provided by nature combined with the one I create myself can quickly become discouraging. I am generally quite sensible (about…