I'd write you an abstract poem, but I don't have time for that shit. I'm a High Desert transplant from the personally long-forgotten wet, American coast. I'm happy here. My wife is happy here. My mother, my father, and my brother are happy here. I'm proud to say that my son was born here, and I want him to be happy here.
His future is my constant present.
While I see beautiful, arid countryside, I also see the tempestuous battlefield rife with social, political, economic, and environmental injustices perpetrated by an older generation of stubbornly complacent fools. Undoubtedly, it will take a generation's worth of education--and a generation's girth of dedication--to produce the coherent and tangible vision necessary to achieve even a working draft of the justice and equality inherent in the safe, strong, and self-sustaining society that I hope for my kid and for yours.
Quality milestones tend to snowball, and in that respect, I push to close the gap.