I love this road.

Filled with seedy motels, bars, bowling alleys and the only adult book store in town.

Every morning, it heralds my return to my hometown.

"Good morning," it says, reminding me of days gone by when I would meet my uncle as he finished his league night.

Every night, I drive past the motels again and make my way home.

And it makes me sad, but I know tomorrow, I will be back.

Photo - S
Words - S