Day 227 of Wonder

Clear blue sky and a walk in the vineyards. Hard to beat really. It's Sunday before 9am and everything is quiet except for the occasional bird hunting for small field mice that burrow in the area and distant wolves howling, as if greeting the day. A jet plane overhead breaks the stillness leaving a vapour stream in its wake. Ahead, our nuclear plant also propelling vapour into the atmosphere stands as a reminder of our vulnerabilities. Human settlements and nuclear planta are strange bedfellows. This is wonder is the face of uncertainty.