This is where I went to escape you. I went in the middle of an August day, without a hat, sunscreen, or water, intent on burning out the past. I managed to lose a layer of skin, but that wasn’t enough. I managed to get heat exhaustion, but history did not evaporate. Still, it felt good to feel cascading sweat, to be baptized in my own liquid, to carry the weight of saltwater all the way back down and on the long drive home. It was a relief to feel exhausted, to shower away the day, to finally sleep well.