In near the Polish border, in suburbia, sitting on the porch of a home, on a two

In near the Polish border, in suburbia, sitting on the porch of a home, on a two-acre plot, using my iphone as an internet connection, and the air pressure is changing and the clouds are moving and it will rain soon because the wind is slowly picking up. And I think what I find both peaceful and striking is the quiet, the wind through the leaves, the freshness of the air, and sound of the birds – sounds I miss from my childhood in western new york and rural Connecticut.

There is only one problem we face.

There are too many of us.

Thankfully that problem is solvable.

And if we don’t solve it, I suspect nature will do so.