“It’s mesmerizing,” Gail said.
We were sitting in the back seat of my friend’s ‘57 Chevy Bel Air convertible, the top down as we headed across the Bay Bridge to Ocean City. Traffic was backed up for miles, as it often was on summer weekends, and the car was moving at barely five MPH.
I turned towards Gail to see what she was talking about and saw her looking up at the bridge structure overhead. As we passed slowly underneath, it was, indeed, mesmerizing.
I asked her to pass me the joint and took a deep hit. “Far out,” I said.
Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday photo prompt.