End of an Age

The receding glacier in my front yard is leaving a terminal moraine of
cigarette butts.

The view from here

This is the only time I have the oportunity to write--on the toilet.
Pardon the smell. Unfortunately, even though I have this momentary
respite, I don't actually know what to write about. Dammit, the cat's
getting into he cereal again. Gotta go.