“We watch the evidence of a hard day’s labor evaporate into the deepening night sky.”
We are banging down the highway in the rental car, Derek and I, leaving Arkansas, heading to New Orleans, but we’ve left time to wander in Mississippi. No real place to go, but looking for nothing in particular, follow your nose says the Toucan. It’s still hot, even with the windows down and the radio on, but at least the music is good. Somewhere between here and there, we see the smoke and decide to follow the dark gray clouds.