Moot Thoughts & Musings

This time of year is so oppressing. I feel like we've braved the heat for long enough, can we have some relief already?! Autumn does come to New Orleans, but oh, so slowly and subtly. There are some changes, which are particularly noticeable at night and early morning. It's still hot during those times, mind you, but not as hot. The sun is the most oppressive. It glares at us full in the face, its seering rays seeking every chink and crack of our apartment, and there are many. The little window unit puts of a valient fight. I pat it lovingly encouraging it to stand firm for just a little while longer. When autumn comes, I love it, I greet the slight change, the decay, the aged atmosphere with open arms and the sounds of Miles Davis.

But for now, I sit on the bed beside the window unit, the only cool place in the house, sipping barely sweetened ice tea, immersing myself in another place and time. Fin-de-siecle Vienna anyone? The expression of a tortured soul in a superficially constructed society with new art forms crafted just for the recasting of meaningless self...Now there's an Autumn for you! The decadence of the garden. Leaves dissolving into the soil whence they came. One tone followed by another. "A poet could not but be gay in such a jocund company."