Katrina was a disaster.
Of epic proportions.
She lives on.
In the hearts and minds of the people of the Gulf Coast.
Among the tree branches where folks held on to save their lives throughout the night until rescuers came to free them. They watched family and friends drift away right before their eyes.
These people are not broken. The men and women and children have rebuilt, resettled or regrouped. Wounds are jagged across their backs and legs like a tattoo parlor on meth. Licking these sores has gone on for ten years. Inside their heads, in small groups with people of the Coast they trust; they wonder if they will ever return to their former selves.
Hell NO! The sea answers.