Rise

Written by Gabby MassonPhotography by Noah Laroia-Nguyen Green rivers rise up, tomorrow is here,plains of wildflowers choked by witchgrass.  Water pooling in shoes — the end is near, sand piled at the bottom of the glass.  Practice holding my breath, trying to last. Mounted TVs flash, world subsumed by sea,what could have been done is now in the past. We are all stuck here  — a world without trees. Grandmother in armchair, a cup of teashaking in hands that once knew natural breeze,not wind from the mills, but unfettered, free. The water reaches her panty-hosed knees. They told us that everyone would survive. Full, a plastic baby bottle floats by.