danipoo

Oil has washed up on Pensacola Beach. My home is now polluted and destroyed. I feel so helpless. It's like watching a close family member or friend die from an illness that's curable, but they are unable to afford the treatment. I know I am not alone in this sentiment, but I can't help feeling isolated and impotent. All I can think about are the many long summer days running the sand dunes with my sister and cousins, 'surfing' the dunes with old Nash skateboard decks, playing in the waves and wiping out, watching schools of dolphins pass by in the distance, getting sand all over and not caring, the glorious briny smell of salt-water and seaweed, watching the sunset look like fire in glorious contrast to the crystal clear water...and knowing that I may not again have the opportunity to create any more memories like these in my lifetime. My friend is close to death, and with Her a part of me will die, too.