I made it to St. Amant today. The driving was long and hard, but well worth it. I often forget my true love for this region until I’m bouncing along 18 miles of bridge across the Atchafalaya Swamp.
Today, like every other time, I felt the butterflies and jubilation associated with doing home. It was short lived, however. It didn’t take long for the gloom and despair, accompanied with heavy rainfall (for dramatic effect, I assume), to bring me to the reality of my community in peril.
From the eerie water lines stained on the trees along, through Denham Springs, and ending in St. Amant, the destruction and its toll engulfed the final 30 minutes of my trip. House after house, their contents piled in yards, await the removal crews to take away the pain and debris…. Leaving behind a void, a vast emptiness where generations and memprries once last.
It’s so much to process that I still find myself lost. I’ll post the video, and I hope to find a way to express this. It’s simple right now…… I’m just sad.