I hope, as your father, I’ve done enough to instill within you how science is a wonderful adventure.

You are young and have a rich future ahead of you. I am retired and aiming for a high quality of cultural life and comfort with whatever time remains to me. I do not want to see a world whose elders sacrifice your future for their short-term needs and personal gain. So it’s up to you and me to speak out.

I hope that we manage to change the system really soon, while there is still time. So that you are not left with the mess, and trying to fix something that you didn’t cause. I hope we figured out a way to be kind, and caring for others who will suffer more than us. A way to let go of the greed and look at ways we can help others rather than take from them.

How can I look at your bright eyes and light dance and tell you we are facing a war?

Climate change right now is really bad, I’m writing this during the COP26 conference in Glasgow (which is an hour away) and I’m listening to politicians talking about promises for the future. “If we fail, future generations will never forgive us.” -Boris Johnson

I vow that I will try to make a difference every day, so that you may enjoy the world as I have.

The blue sky will no longer be grey, and the bleak clouds will be vibrant.

I hope whatever happens, whatever I can’t imagine that you may face, that you will continue to seek light.

I love you my son. You are waking up now. Hopefully tomorrow, more of us will, too.

There is a place on this planet called the Amazon, and I don’t mean the online shopping site (is that still a thing in your time?).