I can see the waves lapping slowly along the road, the silt creating pools of alternately transparent and opaque water, occasionally revealing yellow and white lines where cars and trucks once parked. Personal vehicles were eventually replaced by buses and bicycles, the new rules that controlled the carbon making our air once again fresh, free of choking fumes. Children could go out into the street and play without gulping in lungfuls of sulphur dioxide or being encircled by the restless sea of traffic. The buses don’t run any more. Cars remain rusting in garages.

The town holds its breath waiting for the next tide, full of arctic water that shed itself from the last remnants of the great northern ice sheets pushing the seas higher, and people further from the low shores that once teemed with human life – now only fit for mangroves and salt marsh. But marshes don’t survive where storms keep driving the sea fiercely against the land. They wash away, leaving us exposed, naked. Waiting to be taken.

Do you want to live in a world where we played no part in global warming?

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Keith Farnish
www.theearthblog.org
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