The view from my kitchen patio door this morning.
Remember this? That was my front yard 8 days ago.
This is the same front yard looking out the front door about 15 minutes ago.
I can just hear the conversations a few years in the future:
Scene: mother and child gathered around a baby book scrapbook on the little one's birthday, reminiscing about the day the youngster was born.
Mom: "Little Johnny, this was the day you were born, April 11, 2007."
Little Johnny: "But Mom, is that the real outside?"
Mom: "Yes, Johnny. Back before global climate change forced us all to live underground we experienced what was then called 'weather'."
Little Johnny: "Mommy, I'm so glad we don't have that anymore. I like being a MolePerson."
Father: "Excuse me dear. I need to speak with you. The other MoleMen have found a man on the surface that says he is from the past. He claims to have built a time machine, his name is George."
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