Just past dusk on an interstate highway, headed East.
Light enough I could see
traces of blue and pink on the edges of the horizon, but dark enough that
the
fluorescent traffic lights lit up the traffic racing around me.
A large white van pulled along side me, lit up by the lights and a new paint job. It was so bright that blue and yellow billboards, scattered beside the road, reflected on its sides with a clarity that rivaled a movie screen. Blue, yellow, red, blue, etc. I drove along for about a mile, looking over every few hundred yards to keep up with the changing screen. Finally he sped up and I did not.
The next exit was mine.