Assuming your outside (not a safe assumption if your reading this),
sunlight will be falling on your face. The sun's radiance heats your cheeks. It burns your skin red. If you stayed staring at the sun, your smooth visage would crack and blister. You will be struck blind.
You are not a plant.
If you were, your green faces would be transforming that radiance into sugars, into energy to grow.
Instead you burn. And the heat stays.
Look up!
Rain may be streaking your cheeks like tears. The rain runs down your clothes, trickles down your pants and pools at your feet.
Look down!
Under your feet is six to eight inches of concrete. Beneath that six to eight inches of gravel. Beneath that debris filled urban soil.
The water pools around your sodden toes, seeking to absorb into the soil. Finding none, it travels seeking it's level. It finds other lost puddles journeying towards the earth. They combine into a torrent. Like a raiding viking, the angry torrent carries off your trash, your dog's shit, your car's oil.
And all of the sudden the torrent disappears. It drops into a thick metal grate and drops 3 feet into a dark concrete tomb. The torrent finds a tunnel and escapes. There is no light in the tunnel and the tunnel always goes down. It drops into another tomb and is joined by more torrents.
The tunnel is larger now and the torrent is moving faster and faster until suddenly it bursts in an wet explosion of garbage into a quiet stream in the woods. The stream boils with the torrent from the city. It's banks are scoured and undercut. Fish are choked as their world explodes in a underwater dust storm. Salamanders and insects are lost beneath the murk. Your plastic bags whip into the trees like white witches.
When it is finally calm, oil rainbows the surface. When it is calm the riverine world is poisoned a little more .
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