I am alive while the ice caps still exist.
It is likely that if I were writing this in ten years, the situation would be quite different.
But we have chosen to sit and watch as the climate change event that will define the future states of this world roll ahead unabated by human action.
As I look out from the mountain heights here in the cordillera of Guanancaste, I can see the coast. The edges of the land where it meets the vastness of the sea, the Gulf of Nicoya, the southern Costa Rican coast are a mere 70 kilometers away as the uraca flies.
I can imagine today what my eyes will likely behold in the coming decade. It will be shocking.The rising oceans will reclaim this thin strip of isthmus bit by bit. I will watch as the coastline changes, as the sea water comes further inland, as the already scarce drinking water at lower elevations becomes saline and unusable and I will notice the population density increase as these domestic refugees seek a new life further up slope. They will need water, housing and work.
Water we are blessed with. The montane aquifers hold a great quantity of water, the cloud forests and alpine forests seep with moisture, creeks and rivers issue forth waterfalls, rapids and natural springs. It is fascinating to think that all this water we have comes from the monsoon rains of the wet season and that the earth stores the water away, safe, pure and deliciously life supporting just waiting for us to tap it. It is still more fascinating, though in another vein, that I will live to possibly drink glacial meltwater. The sound of tropical rain will be the tears of disappeared icecaps. Icebergs will be visible on the open seas in quantity. Up North, the land will bounce up and back from the cold lockdown of millenia. The unleashing of arctic waters will turn drier northern areas into verdant zones and all the wildlife that lived in former frozen habitats will go extinct.
The water we will drink will be brought to us, not in soft showers and sprinkles. The hydrologic cycle will ramp up. The volumes of water that will fall from the skies will make Noah our ideal man. I wonder how we will feel drinking the waters that we melted so we could drive to the corner store to buy soda and softdrinks...
I would like to stop it, but the arctic expanses are ruled by our refusal to take this change seriously. Our vast frozen no.