Today, when I think back on my little piece of heaven splattered black like a slow creeping cancer, my tears I can not hide. “Yes, it could have been worse.” This is what we say down here, as if the words were a mandated prescription that cures. Still, another summer will come to pass, and again I will find myself disenchanted at the poison that lurks in the beauty that lays before me. Another stolen season of fresh shrimp and oysters sizzling on the grill, with interludes of fresh salted kisses from the Gulf, as the white caps softly brush upon my face. I miss rolling in the waves like a child being tickled. And like a mother caring for her child there were times when she healed me. Now all that I can do is pray that she heals. And don't think for a minute that this can't happen again, because large oil sheens have been spotted at least on two different occasions, since the Deepwater Horizon, and scientist are claiming that the Macondo Well is still leaking. In addition, toxic dispersants are still being used in the Gulf of Mexico. Please support alternative transportation whenever it's possible. Write your congressman, even if you don't live in a Gulf state - if you're an American, these beaches and water ways belong to you as well. Most importantly, demand an end to deep water drilling! Thank you.