Sandy Isolation - Photostory

The chill in the air blows across me picking up the loose dried pieces of my vast expanse. The icy water lashes at me while the cocky Sun in the sky forgoes its warmth. That is how I know it is winter, when there is no one here and I am all alone left to the shiver in the cold. In this cold I am abandoned by those that walk all over me during the summer. They leave their impressions in me and warm me with their heat at a time when I do not need it. In the summer the Sun’s solar generosity keeps me warm, but now when I need the heat that people give I am forsaken to the cold whipping winds.

The winds howl through the buildings that wall me off from the world, but the people do not abandon them. The cold bursts of air rush through the narrow streets but it does not dissuade anyone from going into the casinos or from walking on the wooden structure that has been forced into me. They can take the time to walk from building to building and enjoy each other’s company but they cannot take the time to enjoy mine when I do so much for them. I am always here, never moving, never wandering, providing a place for them to have fun and relax but in my moments of need they are nowhere to be found. Over the years I have grown accustom to the bitter chill of the lonely season but it never gets easier.

The last remaining footprints that have been forced into me will last until the wind erodes them away or the first snow blankets me and dissolves them, removing the sunken reminder that I was once not alone. Soon I will be covered by the ice and snow, a frigid blanket that mocks me. It is a frozen blanket that reminds me of the towels that cover me in the warmth of summer yet in this icy season it does nothing but chill me as the cold water continues to punish me. The ice does double the punishment; people come to look as the gleaming crystalized droplets of water shimmer on top of me yet they do not understand the anguish it causes. The ice reflects the sun’s light preventing me from receiving what little warmth I could garner from the uncaring ball of fire above, and instead of coming to warm me they stand and mock this frozen beauty that burns me.

However, through this frigid winter wonderland I persevere with my faint glimmer of hope. The shimmering sun on the water reminds me of the warm days during the summer when the people will return. The crystal blue sky above is my hope for the future, that after I endure this cold isolation they will return to me to keep me company under the grinning sun. Then I will shimmer in my glory of the heat as they impress happy days upon me with the water to keep me cool. For that time I will forget what it was like to shiver in lonely dark season of cold until it returns to me. For now I must endure the frigid echoes of warmth past so that I may one day again enjoy the warmth promised to me by the people that come and keep me company during summer.