Like An Echo

Growing up in a military family was an adventure. Endless highway miles and countless hours watching the country rush past was the norm. Days Inn parking lots stretch big and broad across this great land. My grandparents, we called them mam-maw & pap-paw, lived in the house pictured above and would stay up to greet us at the door. It usually played out the same.

I would fall asleep in the back seat and wake up in this driveway, starring at this same fluorescent glow illuminating the white siding of a house where everything I've ever known began.