As the morning sun peers between desolated façades, intertwined with vines, it illuminates the bayou. A gliding shadow is cast from above. Each building houses a boggy morass in its interior, some reaching as high as the second, third floors with remnants of a drowned world glimmering in its depths. A salmon hue paints the sky with fair, mesmeric streaks. Occasionally, though not currently, the Eye, a landmark now battered and tarnished would squeal as placid breezes brush past it. Now redundant, its only tourists are feral kingfishers drawn north from fully submerged continents.
Despite the occasional raging, relentless, rending gales, sweltering tropic heats consume the city in an orb of stifling incandescence, leeching water from its source only to spit it back out in colossal measures.
Relics of a landscape now on its knees pay the price for a debt humanity owed. Clock hands are unmoved, building faces are tarnished and a scornful city Eye gazes on.
An idle flame dwindles within an apartment building, an apartment building now sodden and fatigued. Frames support mere fragmented glass, splintering pillars support typhoon battered floors and sunken foundations clumsily support its exterior.
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Science Fiction"Nature has retorted against man. Man who spent a millennium provoking it with pollution, deforestation and inhumanity. They called it Global Warming. I call it nature's vengeance. "
