How are you doing now that we’ve plundered your gifts to us? Fires, floods render flora, fauna, humans desiccated, eradicated. You don’t seem like the judgmental type but how can you not be disappointed, wounded and enraged? Maybe Bezos and Branson have it right we might need to take flight for changes of place somewhere in outer space. The moon or Mars I know not where in either case I’m loath to even think about emigrating there.
I love my feet planted on earth’s soil, walk along the ocean and mountain oaks unspoiled. I want to live under warmth of the sun, feel soft rain fall from the sky until the day I die. Let’s listen to Greta who advocates to take stock and do all we can to turn back earth’s climate changes clock.