It was a a path I had taken before, a long time ago in the days when I had black hair. This time I was going as an experiment in starting over. New Orleans was at the end of the path,a place where I would be looking for a job and possibly staying for an indefinite amount of time. But, that was further down the road, quite literally.

My first stop on this route was St. Louis, a 7-hour drive from the city I grew up, and 4 of those hours through the unremarkable and unchanging flatlands of central Illinois. Because of this, the skyline of the city growing over the horizon was the most welcoming of sites.

Though it didn’t hit me hard on the drive, a rainstorm was clearing up as I crossed the Mississippi River, and fresh rays of sunlight were illuminating the city. Pulling up close to the river and the Gateway Arch, I was able to catch the last of a band of rainbow as it paralleled the curve of the Arch. Unfortunately, its colours faded away before I could get its entirety.