Reunion

It was Saturday morning. A beautiful summer day, a summer that was coming to an end soon. Soon the leaves would start to turn brown, and fall, one by one, then in droves. Once the trees were ready for the winter with nothing but bare skin, the harsh winter would come. Climate change and global warming only seem to be true in summer these days. The past few winters were exceptionally cold. Record high temperatures each summer. Record low temperatures each winter. It was as if the Earth was trying to test the resilience of humans by putting us through two extremes. 

At what point would we snap?

The old man was driving an unremarkable car. Predictably cliche black, but unexpectedly not polished. A modest car that would have been perfect for two at the front and a tied-up man at the back. Would have been a bit too tight with two men, but I don't think the old man would have cared much about their legroom.