I parked the janky time machine on the side of the road a few years ahead and went for a stroll in the woods. It’s been a while since I’ve had a good forest bathing session.
I brought my binoculars along for a little birdwatching, trying to get my numbers up for the year. I've already seen a bunch of species that usually chill down south, but thanks to climate change, they're making their way up north. Cool? Not cool.
Another problem with this timeline is that drones almost out-number birds in some areas. Even the signs along the trail remind us that as much as we need to be careful not to disturb the birds, we need to be even more careful not to mess with the drones. Whatever they’re doing must be important. I don’t get it. You might say it's over my head.
P.S. In this future timeline dad jokes are considered one of the highest forms of humour. I think I’m gonna fit in.