a tale of climatology
Wow you painted the desperation really well, hitting on a primal fear I'm scared for them
t was an ugly time. And they had nowhere to go: for all they knew this was a regular cycle and they were doomed
It led to the end of their peaceful little society and the start of the Caballardo, thence to “modern” Iphigenia and all its beauty and ugliness.
This sounds very close to what California experiences when the rains don't come. You've captured drought in words.
Thank you! Well, that is how it was for them, except they hadn’t the ghost of a hope of help from anywhere else. They stood or died where they were….
Wow you painted the desperation really well, hitting on a primal fear I'm scared for them
t was an ugly time. And they had nowhere to go: for all they knew this was a regular cycle and they were doomed
It led to the end of their peaceful little society and the start of the Caballardo, thence to “modern” Iphigenia and all its beauty and ugliness.
This sounds very close to what California experiences when the rains don't come. You've captured drought in words.
Thank you! Well, that is how it was for them, except they hadn’t the ghost of a hope of help from anywhere else. They stood or died where they were….