The sounds of an ocean wave can calm a soul. The distinct smell of salt air can bring comfort to the weary heart. A beer can, cigarette butt, and tar balls steal the splendor of our beautiful ocean.I will never grow tired of walking along the sea shore. The wonderful sounds of waves crashing, sea gulls bellowing and the smell of salt air filling my nostrils always brings a sense of awe to my soul.
Today I walked along a rocky stretch of beach taking pictures and enjoying the moment then I happened upon the villain. This villain was dead but its presence remained. It had no fire but it carcass remained the same. I didn't decade like the remains of an animal. In fact, it will remain for ever on the beach if someone doesn't pick it up and place in a trash can where it belongs. Someone had smoked a cigarette and left the filter on the beach.
I don't have a problem with smokers but I do have a problem with picking up dead old butts.
Not far from the butt a plastic bottle laid frozen in the rocks. The splendor of the ocean was superseded by the waste of humans. For a moment I thought of days gone by when I didn't really care about sea pollution or any pollution and forgiveness filled my heart. However, I felt sorry for those who cannot or will not see the wonder of creation. I remember the emptiness of heart without appreciation for the gifts so freely given. I remember the cold days before my environmental resurrection. No, I am not a radical environmentalist like some but I do love the ocean.
I cannot make anyone see the wonder of the ocean. Yet, I can always remember what it was like when I was blind to the beauty of a wave. I can remember the darkness in my heart and never let it over take me again.

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