She said “We are the stewards of the very last traces of humanity’s carbon budget. We’re making the sky that we live under, and that our descendants will live under for many generations.”
And I felt a lump in my throat. More than the wildfires in Australia, more than the disappearance of the turtle doves, and more than the rain that falls and falls; this scared me. I’ve found the fear. Now we need to forge the hope. What we do next matters.