Blast from the Past

The city felt different in winter—quieter, almost timeless. The glow of streetlights reflected off the icy ground, and for a while, I walked with no destination in mind.

That’s when I saw them.

Lined up along the edge of an old lot were three classic automobiles, their chrome edges peeking through thin layers of snow. The kind of cars you didn’t see often anymore. They sat there like ghosts, frozen in place, as if waiting for someone to bring them back to life.