Mile 240 on a bend before Baton Rouge, LA – December 9, 2012
The air feels heavy in my lungs, warm and wet, like I’m sitting in a steam room instead of along a sharp curve of the Mississippi. The sky is nothing but a grey ceiling and there is no wind.
A cold front is coming, the weatherman says, and I wonder where it is in all this hot Southern steam.
I want to believe it can’t be real, but the air is full of change. The cold will slide in like a wedge underneath this hot, wet air, and lift it into towers of black-edged clouds that shake the world with thunder and rain.
I count the days to New Orleans and know that even now, so close, they won’t come easy. Winter will chase me to the end.
The rain begins falling past midnight. Lightning beats the sunrise. The last storm before New Orleans is here.