So another book I’m writing is about my life as an environmentalist and environmental professional. Here’s a bit piece from it….
All I hear is the waves on the shore and the birds in the air. Others are muffled in these sounds.
The whiteness of the sand brings a glare to my eyes as the sun shines overhead. The sand feels coarse on my skin as I try and wipe it away as quickly as the breeze brings it back. I do not mind. This is how she is.
I know the earth. I know the gulf and her white, sandy shores. I know how she came to be and she knows I know. But I leave these things behind as I speak with her, because despite my knowledge, I know that she will always know more than me.
I am still. I am respectful. I do not own her, she owns me.
