September can you kill, in the south. Having survived the languid, sticky slowness of August, you think September will be different. It is, after all, a month of change, when children return to school. The streets go quiet during the day, the parks and malls are bare in the mornings and stillness settles over the city, a held breath that finally begins to exhale around 2:30. With these shifts and changes, you'd think the weather would also change, that heat leave like an a guest who has over stayed.. You'd think.

But you'd be wrong.

You slowly realize that the heat and humidity has spent the summer making itself comfortable and it has no intention of leaving just yet. It stays on the porch, gently rocking in its chair and staring off into the sky. Occasionally, it will reach down and bring a wet glass to its lips and take a long drink and you'll feel pieces of yourself melt away and it'll turn and smile at you, the son of a bitch, and continue rocking. It paid for the full month and it intends to enjoy every moment of it and if you should go mad from the heat and humidity that doesn't let up and seems like it never will, if you're wake up everyday on the thin edge of reason praying please, let the heat break today, well, that's just too bad, but it pay for the entire month, so it'll be stayin'.