The sun shone bright in a clear blue sky. But Tom shivered and sniffled as he waited for his train. He’d caught a cold.
“Global warming,” said his neighbor. “What a stupid idea. It’s global cooling more like. But at least it’s summer now.”
Tom would have argued, any other day, that climate isn’t weather. Instead he sneezed. Then the train arrived. Climate’s not health or argument either—so much hot air.
The sun shone bright in a clear blue sky as Tom made his way into work; Tom the weatherman, predicting summer ahead, while his head-cold tried to hide.