I can hear the tugboats on the river from my bedroom window when I lay still enough. I think about the long barges steered by tiny vessels, a quarter of their size.
The air chilled, finally. A real snap to the December wind that floats off the Mississippi. I can feel it through the tiny spaces where wall was meant to meet window frame. Instead, the wind whispers through the gaps. When it hurricanes, the wind whistles through these spaces. Not a soft whistle like mother to baby. But like a cat call, loud, angry, looking for entery points.
The heater smells of burnt dust. The first switch from ac jolting the house. The lights quiver faintly as it clicks on, drowning out the beep of tugboats. Sleep comes uneasy tonight. Yawns stretch my jaw wide but my mind runs currents pulling my eyes open. I cannot hold what I love. Or tug what I want. Not upstream. Not anymore.
When I was a little girl, my dad would take me to the levee. We’d watch the river carry tree branches down her center and disappear around the curve. We always noted how high or low the waters were. If the water ate up the tree trunks that found roots at her basin, we’d deem her high. He told me to never go in the water. The Mississippi wasn’t something to swim because the currents were too strong, too powerful. I would drown.
I never questioned if she wanted the branches. Only knew that she broke them. That she could topple the levees if she wanted. That only tugboats were going upstream. That meant they worked hard.
I spent part of my life trying to swim in deep currents, anyway, knowing I would drown in them. And I did. It killed part of me. Floated down, gobbled up by tides I could not beat. The part that made it to the banks, might be strong as tugboats. Even if it is only a quarter of the size I thought.
This city knows not to place expectations on the water. A Sunday afternoon rain can be more damaging than a named storm.
Gretna, LA 9/20
cash money record where dreams come true
Protector of the tomb
Intratec .22 Uzi
New Orleans, May 2018
I gotta go back to NOLA
Day Fifteen of Fictober!
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries/The Originals
Fictober Prompt: “Not interested, thank you.”
Summary: Y/N is a SHIELD agent with inhuman mental powers, in New Orleans for a well-earned vacation after managing to survive all their training. A nice day in the city turns into an adventure when a strange man with a British accent crashes their vacation.
Word Count: 1,801
Category: Fluff? I don’t know…
I fought the urge to hum as I strolled down the streets of New Orleans, taking in the sights of the French Quarter. It was the first real vacation that I’d been on since SHIELD found me and took me in for training, and I intended to get every single moment of enjoyment out of it that I could.
I strolled through the city all morning, then popped into a little restaurant and bar off the street when I got hungry. It felt incredible to be so free, and to just make decisions on a whim without any kind of planning or input from my trainers or bosses.
I was going to do whatever the hell I wanted while I was here.
I went back to wandering the city after lunch, stopping to peek into stores that looked interesting. I found a lot of stores themed around witchcraft, and I had a ton of fun poking around in there. Finally, I found an album store, and I was in heaven.
“Oh my gosh, I’m gonna spend the rest of the day here,” I muttered, flipping through the vinyls carefully, one by one.
I heard the bell over the door jingle, but I didn’t bother paying attention to whoever came in. I had much more interesting, important things going on with the wall of vinyls in front of me.
Recipe by rdpeyton
Tacos!! These are from a place called Tacos & Beer in New Orleans. I think I’m allergic to Al Pastor, the marinated pork. But! I loved the lengua, or cow tongue. Also, they’re ceviche was excellent!
new orleans, louisiana (2020)
fortune from jackson square, new orleans
Lake At White Oak Outdoor Kitchen
Today on Jackson Square: It was a humid, drizzly, grey day that was perfectly suitable for brunching and sipping a Muriel’s Coffee made with Praline Pecan Liqueur, Brandy, and Marie Brizard Chocolat Royal.