Evening falls and we crawl in a funeral like procession locked in the traffic of life. Each face tells a different story, each expression A different tension. Guzzling engines emit 

Poisonous fumes into the atmosphere. Do we realise the damage we are doing to the planet, that the cumulative effect is slowly killing us. If we do we are ignoring the obvious. We are feeding our gluttonous earthly ambitions and driving ourselves over the cliff into the ever yawning mouth of the melting ice caps.