Today is the last day of my lathargic summer. Last night, holding Big Sarah close to try and get rid of the smell of my dad's cigarettes, I listened to the wind in the trees. I almost forgot that I live in an apartment complex where the people upstairs play loud ass music and the woman next door comes home high. I heard the wind, and the voices of lonely people riding it. It was a comforting roar. It was the sound of the Gods breathing. It was the sound of the sea crashing. It was the most beautiful sound I have ever heard. It made me forget that some of my friends are lousy, and that I failed art. Everything was perfect.
Perfectly perfect.