Full of Hot Air

I live life as if I were on a sinking ship. I don’t live on a sinking ship. That would be silly. I live in a perpetually floating hot air balloon. It’s a cozy lifestyle. I think nothing of boredom with my trusty kitty, Hawk. We left our shoes on the ground when the news arrived. Yet another doomsday climate prediction. It was time to embark on a cool adventure. Hawk purred with irony when our vessel started descending. The air has gotten too hot for our furnace to overcome. I wish people would stop running away from the problem.