The sun smeared across another impossibly hot morning. Not a cloud, a wisp, a drop of moisture in the air. The dry breeze scraped across my parched, cracked lips as I walked toward the ocean. The beach grew wider and wider each day as the water retreated farther off the coast. What used to be a stroll across the street to watch the waves crash against the sand, was now an hour’s trek across salt plains and cliffs where continents cracked and buckled as they came together.

The sun was growing daily as the last of us waited for the transports to return and take us away...

 photo by Cesar Melo

photo by Cesar Melo