We had a storm surge warning yesterday that didn't materialize — which people took as good news, but it was actually the worst kind of near-miss. The models showed a 40cm rise, we prepared the barriers, and then the wind shifted six hours before peak tide. Everyone relieved. I spent the evening looking at the salt marshes behind the dikes that are already subsiding, and thinking about 2047 when that same storm does hit and the models are even more uncertain because we've waited. The activists who chained themselves to the port last month were calling for acceleration on the dyke retrofitting program — I didn't join them, but I also didn't argue. The math doesn't care if you're polite about it.