Nature Speaks

It's like a dream.  Even here at my little cabin in the woods half way around the world there's a certain glow in the air.  On this glorious, sun-sparkled day, the leaves look greener, the birds are chirping with renewed vigour, the breeze has settled into a gentle whisper.  It's as if all of nature is revelling in the warm-fuzziness of an Obama victory.  Even in Toronto, usually frigid and forlorn this time of year, the thermometer sits at a pleasant 8 degrees celsius and the coming dawn promises a day of rapturous warmth - 20 degrees and sunny...in November!

Pathetic fallacy has never had a finer moment!  Whether you believe in these sorts of things or not, there is no denying the power of symbolism.  

Washington D.C.: rainy and cold - those neo-cons must be feeling the creeping chill of death

Alaska: Cold, cold, cold - ahhh Palin!  Did you ever believe it would be any different?

Baghdad: Sunny and pleasant - yes, pleasant...22 degrees in the desert, as if the oppressive heat of war is on the wane

Kabul: Sunny and warm with a sprinkling of clouds - it's a fragile hope, the intimation of a new dawn

Islamabad: hot and muggy - well, Obama has promised to bomb Pakistan

The Earth maps its own political commentary.  Risking hyperbole, I say we take mother nature at her word and tentatively allow ourselves some measure of hope.  If America can so monumentally shift its vision for a new world order, surely we can give it a chance.