Whatever you desire...I can mend your heart
Stevie Nicks sings an ethereal tune about one of my favorite places...the sea never changes, not really...it is a constant in my life. It is green...it is aquamarine...it is colors I have never seen.
For those of you who have never seen the Gulf of Mexico, it's like no other place. The sand is like white sugar. In the summer, you can wade out, far from the shore as fish swim around your legs, your feet still visible through the crystal clear water, warm as a whirlpool. Or it was like that.
I once ran across a dead shark on Panama City Beach, circling it with great trepidation. I never imagined the whole beach strewn with dead dolphins filled with oil, a tapestry of dead fish and sea creatures, beaks of unidentifiable birds sticking out of brown sludge. If you stick your hand in the water, said sludge will stick to your hand and is nearly impossible to wash off. The diluted oil is even worse than the straight stuff as it readily adheres to everything in its path.
In this case, the sea isn't eternal. Something we always took for granted has been changed, at least for our lifetime. Aquamarine waves lapping at sugar white sand have given way to foaming brown death depositing its kill with every wave upon shores of carnage. The Gulf is dying as we speak.
For those of you who have never seen the Gulf of Mexico, it's like no other place. The sand is like white sugar. In the summer, you can wade out, far from the shore as fish swim around your legs, your feet still visible through the crystal clear water, warm as a whirlpool. Or it was like that.
I once ran across a dead shark on Panama City Beach, circling it with great trepidation. I never imagined the whole beach strewn with dead dolphins filled with oil, a tapestry of dead fish and sea creatures, beaks of unidentifiable birds sticking out of brown sludge. If you stick your hand in the water, said sludge will stick to your hand and is nearly impossible to wash off. The diluted oil is even worse than the straight stuff as it readily adheres to everything in its path.
In this case, the sea isn't eternal. Something we always took for granted has been changed, at least for our lifetime. Aquamarine waves lapping at sugar white sand have given way to foaming brown death depositing its kill with every wave upon shores of carnage. The Gulf is dying as we speak.
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