All the dark tires have been pounding the snow and ice into a dirty, oily mess. The sky has called in reinforcements. More white flakes fall, hurrying to cover the evidence of how disgusting and dirty humans are. Trying in vain to cover up the pulverized gray of a chemical, soulless habit.
(Don’t let my husband know what I think about driving. A Singer 911 has stolen his heart. Maybe his soul.)
Cars just seem so incredibly dirty and out of place in such a beautiful world. But I feel that way about a lot of houses and buildings and especially signage. Humans build with no thought of how their haphazard creation will blend (or not) with the environment. Well…some humans anyway. Aesthetics are a luxury of the pocketbook and the imagination. Meanwhile, strip malls and four lanes turn an erstwhile forest into a hot mess.