Blog 10: Because things are the way they are, things will not stay the way they are.

Devon’s radio shift had been a long one. It was almost midnight when Devon closed the door to the radio station that evening. He stood outside for a second, contemplating on nothing, staring into the black distance of night. He lit a cigarette. Devon inhaled deeply, and let the smoke wisp slowly from his mouth. He felt like changes were in the air, like something big was about to happen. He checked his watch. It was exactly eleven o’clock. “Wasn’t there some children’s book about 11?” Devon pondered this thought for a moment, and took another deep drag of the cigarette. “OH!” Devon exclaimed out loud, “The Eleventh Hour! I remember the book.” The thought of that book and childhood gave him a brief moment of satisfaction. Another change that had been happening to him. He seemed lately to be more open to himself about his childhood. John had said that letting go had never been easy, but now Devon found himself letting go of John. “It’s odd,” he thought, “ That the mentor, the teacher, ends up being the one thrown out at the end.” The thought was not selfish to Devon, almost as if he knew his teenage mentor and friend and wanted this all along. “How Cliche.” The idea amused him for the first time. Almost like the movies. Devon chuckled and started walking toward the diner, hoping to catch a late night meal before turning home for the night. He didn’t feel the need to drink, he didn’t feel the need to be angry at everyone, to walk by as a passive, not as an active.