I sit in the sand on a warm breezy summer day.
Children splash the water and play.
Enormous buildings behind me, echo the sound, why me.

Seven years ago, this breeze was much stronger.
Beating rain and damage stayed longer.
Katrina was the name everyone blamed.
Time and money is what it took to give these towns back its old look.
Sorrow, shame and pride in a city that never whines.
Weeks and months without power made these citizens steadily count the hour.
Boredom, hope, and love is what I felt when I think of how these people and I dealt.
Seven years later, it seems as if it never happened as I sit on this sand dune and only imagine.