Author: Siobhan Phillips

We drove from Carlisle down through Adams County toward the capital, up and down the ribbon-candy hills of Route 94, past green fields, dips and rises, orchards swelling into bloom, barns and homes, a stretch of country that wanted us all to believe in growth and peace. I was tired. The weather was steamy. 90s, with a humid haze over the horizon. The DC asphalt shone. It had been a long semester, a long year. Years? I went to the first People’s Climate March two years ago, in 2014 in New York. I remember the moment of silence, echoing...