A new hope. Even with the economic downturn, even in the private, shy, soft-weather Seattle streets, people seem to be smiling more often. People are looking forward to change, even if it requires sacrifice. The burden of inequality seems to have lifted from some. Five of my friends and acquaintances have lost their long-term relationships over the summer, and yet every one of them has recently founded new relationships. I am recently jobless, and more are joining the rolls of unemployment every day, and yet there is a sense in the unemployment office of hope, of eagerness, that this is a very temporary waiting period. I teeter on the edge, between joining in the joy and despairing for the coming apocalypse, hailed by inexorable environmental calamity.
Where there is life, there is still hope. And any environmental scientist worth her salt is an incorrigible optimist.