Evaporated

Summers here are so tense. But as if on cue, these things that eat at me tend to relax and settle in around August and, though it's still hot as nuts roasting in hellfire, ebb into Autumn. Formulaic as it may sound, year to year, it is never the same.

Four of my friends have left Baton Rouge within a week's time. I was sad for a while, but every reason they're leaving has a point and is good for each of them. I'm happy for them all, and the good things they've set in motion for themselves. It's not sad anymore, and now that all the going away parties are over, I can have a normal week.