We've been done with summer school, and this summer's component of MTC, since Friday. I'm still in Mississippi, despite the many silent vows I have made to escape this state (both types) as soon as possible. I'm by myself, in the house in the Delta where I lived this past year. The place is cavernous, with wood floors and antiquated flowered wall paper and windows that are sealed shut but let in the light or dark from outside.

The evening is an alone kind of quiet that is sweet for one night, especially when you are missing friends and want to be alone to miss them, but becomes suffocating if it persists.
I decided to spend some in-between hours here, in the same place where I squirmed for months with eagerness for anything else.

There's thunder and rain pounding massive living room windows.
"If dreams were thunder, lightning was desire, this old house would've burned down, a long time ago".

I'm leaving tomorrow, rain or shine, in early morning when I still feel like the day is mine.