As I take an evening walk along the BEACH, I am dismayed at the line of TRASH on the sand. There are few shells and many are broken, as if a petulant demon had come through and attempted to SMASH them all. Next I see what at first look like little tire tracks, but I soon realize that they are the tracks made by baby turtles, newly hatched and scrambling to the sea. Looking up, I see a crowd gathered. And as I get closer I realize that these are local volunteers who are protecting the turtle hatchlings. I stand by them, the volunteers and spectators, cheering on the little turtles. AWASH with emotions at the fragility of this life, as well as the hopefulness of the moment.

Georg’ann

CHASE around the park.
By the slide, FLASH impish grin,
face AWASH with glee.

Heather