We’re getting older. We’re running out of time to do all the things we wanted. We planned to cruise the coast of Scandinavia and dance under the Aurora Borealis. But things keep getting in the way.
The ice sheets are melting. The Arctic is burning.
We’re running out of time.
Juliet is an adult education tutor, crafter, and conservation volunteer based in Edinburgh, UK. She blogs at craftygreenpoet.blogspot.com and tweets at @craftygeenpoet.
We are running out of time. I am running out of time. I’m glad I got to see Glacier National Park before they all melted.
Excellent. Please forward copy to Trump, Donald J.
__ We are forever… ‘running out of time’: ’tis the young and the unborn that prompts our alarm.