St Louis Noir - #256

My first memory looking at the smeared lights at night on the road after the rain. I was on my knees and my elbows were on the dashboard in the backseat of my dad's car. I was in love. The black puddles, the wavy light on the pavement, the rhythmic splashing from the car tires. The floating neon lights from the motels on 66 as we left the Ozarks.