Rachel Carson, when describing this secret world, writes, “Invisibly, where the casual observer would say there is no life, it lies deep in the sand, in burrows and tubes and passageways.” This description brings me back to Ponte Vedra Beach, FL, where I spend hours walking along the shore. When the waves come in they wipe away every footprint and shell, but, looking closely, I can see the bubbles beneath the sand once the waves retreat. This is the life Carson writes about. Every shell that I step over or pick up was, at some point, the home of a living organism. In fact, each shell is its own world of microbial life. But I do not notice these things when I am walking on the beach, marveling at the mansions with balconies, tennis courts, and guest homes.
This section is taken directly out of my one-page response to Rachel Carson's essay, "The Marginal World." I chose to revise this piece because, upon reading the portfolio assignment, I immediately thought of this idea of life beneath the surface. I thought this meditation could be an effective and interesting way to draw a parallel between the ecology Carson writes about and a phenomenon I, and many others, experience frequently. This experience on the beach can be a metaphor for people-watching and uncovering every individual's story.