The GTO’s have been put up for the season. Batteries sit losing charge, and the thunderous rock song they sing, and the scent of raw carburetor love sits in slumber until a warm season change. It seems the cough, and wheeze of the first, choked start up will never arrive.
Mercury halide street lamps burn a warm orange glow, as you cruise your silver Chevy through the melancholy white powder of an early February snowfall. Uninsured, and uninterested, the gears slowly shift.
So peaceful she drifts to the ground as the songs of a years gone to rest sways into a direction of peace, and memories. The thought of passing the old high school to live a moment of nostalgia, fades as the headlights soon over power the orange glow of the streetlamps. Music from the past, warms the emotions.
All for naught, one winds up home to carry the weight of a past taken for granted.