Sudsy

Last night we had a car wash at the Phillips 66.

We drove in until the red light came on. Suds formed a lace over the windshield and windows. I could only see out through the tiny holes between the white. I wonder if it was like being in a cocoon. Quiet.

Then, the mops began their laps. Swirling vivid purple strands. Swooshing. Slapping. The lacey sud cocoon was gone. Now I was inside a giant purple afro.

The rinse was next and it covered us like a torrent. We were inside a blur. I smiled at David. I should have snuck a kiss.

The green light came on. A sign told us to drive slowly, and, as we did, moving air forced the drops of water off the car. We turned onto Chapman Highway with a fresh ride and sudsy, purple, happy minds.