A ticKing timE BOmb

by c. geeplay Beyond the city limits and the massive power plants outside of Los Angeles, Moscow, Mumbai, Monrovia, Havana, Burkina ---destructive force is amassing - the polar ice is disintegrating. Like the chainsawed timbers hurled away, posing grave threats to humanity. Despite the serious consequences staring him in the face, mankind remains stubborn. Beyond and above the hills of the ice caps, a mesmerizing spectacle unfolds - the sun beam does a graceful ballet of light dance then fades away. It is a sight of exquisite beauty, serenity, and enigma. I have witnessed its enchanting green rays, resembling a regal queen cresting in a romantic flow, captivating and resplendent. And while the polar bear hunt for seals on the Arctic Bay, seeking refuge on the ice, the melting crevasses and drifting blocks floats. Behold a gloom perches beneath the heavens. We watched the melting ice caps, our minds stretched tightly like a high-speed train racing through a tunnel, capturing her morning commuters. I wanted to shout at the television screen, fully aware that it couldn't hear me, yet I yelled nonetheless. My girlfriend remarked that I was too loud, and I promptly apologized. I urged her to take a closer look at the solitary fragments of broken ice; she reminded me that I was the one wearing lenses, and she was right. The bear clung to the ice, with its young cub trailing behind, immobilized, their furs dampened by the chill of the weather. While the evening approaches between the crowns of the clouds and as cold sun burns, we stood dumbfounded, burdened with remorse, either we act now or soon we might slip into oblivion, its happening; the storms and rising sea levels are reminders we are sitting on a ticking time bomb