Photo :: Supper at the drive-in

The Husband waits for our carhop to deliver our order.

Credit: Courtenay Martin

Here’s what you cannot see— the high school football booster club was having their meeting in a booth just inside those doors; thunderstorms boomed in the distance; locals called in their orders from home and drove up just outside the frame of this shot to pick up supper.

It felt good to wait in our car for our food— we weren’t in any hurry. We rolled the windows down because the night air wore a heady perfume: the promise of rain.