Comparatively few sciences start with the letter ‘B'; batology is one.
The batologist, he’s been sleeping half an hour longer lately than he used to, and would theoretically be feeling less addled and horrible except that he’s been staying up an hour longer at night for various reasons.
Eventually the pendulum will swing the other way.
The batologist is walking by the creek.
Everything is super green, except the water, which swirls muddy brown because it is flooding; and the ducks, which are all the colors of the duck rainbow.
Flooding, thinks the batologist. Humankind, when you gonna get your act together?
Just a little while ago, the batologist would have said, You can answer that question if you’re a pessimist.
Only a little while, but now he thinks, who knows? People, being an outcropping of the universe, have the same capacity to be surprising and wondrous as any other part of the universe.
The batologist could stand here all day, looking at all the green. But the waters are rising, so he heads home.