Night time in Florida and someone has finally switched the damned sun off. It's still hot enough to steam seafood in your pockets but at least you can breathe a little. In downtown Orlando the bars and clubs are still only coasting, the music light, the clientele friendly. Later, as the clocks crawl towards midnight, the nightlife will hit ramming speed and then god help the sober and the tasteful. People look up at the sky and think about storms. The air has that feel to it, heavy and portentous. Like something Wagnerian is about to kick the shit out of the horizon. They're right to feel something's coming. However evolved we claim to be, however much we distance ourselves from the other animals by staring at them in zoos or putting a bullet in them from a distance, we still know some of the old tricks. If there's one thing you just can't evolve out of a species it's the ability to sense extinction. The common sense to do something about it? That's different.
