August 29, 2017
Day 242
Neon along the old highway.
It punches the night, beckoning passerbys to stop for libations.
We ignored its' siren song and crossed the street, opting for gas station ice tea and pretzels.
We left it to glow for another.
Day 242
Neon along the old highway.
It punches the night, beckoning passerbys to stop for libations.
We ignored its' siren song and crossed the street, opting for gas station ice tea and pretzels.
We left it to glow for another.