I don't know who took this photo or who the woman in it is, but something about it is so familiar. The era looks before my time, but in the familiarity is comfort. Here's a young wife, or girlfriend. A hotel, no doubt. Not the fancy one, either. No, one of the cheaper ones, with the ugly curtains and matching bedspread and wagon-wheel decor. They were young, on a budget. But in love. And, when you're young and in love, even cheap motels are sexy. Even moments when changing into a swim suit to go check out the motel pool are sexy. Pause. A snapshot and a smirk. Hold it. That's you forever.
