New Orleans

You can feel the sadness of a soul trying to recover from violence. There is, every once in a while, the glimmer of a smile here and there but there is sadness and a forlorn quality in the faces of the people. I looked out at the mighty mississippi and wondered what secrets she holds. The air has a sweet perfume. The river smells earthy and loamy. New Orleans, lady of the water, you will be made whole someday. Remember I love you.