Chasing Shadows Through the Growing Light

Night drive. White vinyl. Chrome catching first light. Dawn descends over an empty stretch of highway. Inside the car, the bench seat white and the chrome is bright — the bench seat white and the chrome is bright — as the cabin fills with that thin, early glow. We’re chasing shadows through the growing light, through the growing light, two silhouettes sliding across the dash while the world outside is fading slow, like the taillights on the road behind.A cinematic night-into-morning ride: vintage interior, polished metal, long empty road, and everything that just happened falling away in red dots in the rearview.