You See, I See

In the spring most see hope, new flowers, fresh new leaves, and bright colors.  In the morning mist I see harbingers of storms, flooding, tornadoes, drought, failed crops, hungry homeless migrants, and a hot ravaged earth.

Some think that I am depressed and depressing.  I think that I realistically look further and deeper into the future.  I also tend to think in terms of processes, not objects.