Commuter

Like most summer mornings, the air was heavy and thick, sticky with humidity. A faint indistinguishable odor, ever so prominent in the mornings, permeated my pores with its characteristic New Orleans scent. The heated air felt suffocating, and I picked up my pace as I walked towards the hospital from the parking lot.

Several other residents were entering the hospital as well. We acknowledged each other with muffled, sleep deprived greetings. I noticed that a couple of them had small beads of sweat on their foreheads.

I'll never miss New Orleans summers when I leave.