Front view of a rusty blue vintage pickup truck with a cracked windshield reflecting clouds.

I observe the clear, reflective windshield, noticing how the clouds seem trapped on its surface. Scratches snake across it, forming cracks over the peeling dark-gray tint. The rusty blue hood looks weary, fatigued from resting idly under the sun day after day. I begin to relive my memories, colorful and vivid, like the glass’s mirrored surface. I can almost feel the warm glow absorbed by the black dashboard, remembering singing with my mother on a long drive heading north. See more