Evening Cruisers

A low rumble from the street caught my ear, so I made my way across the floorboards to the front windowsill. I rested my arms against the cool glass and watched the block settle in. Down below, an old boxy sedan rolled by, taking its sweet time under the amber streetlights. The chrome bumper caught the glow just right as it cruised into the distance. That is proper style on four wheels. I stood there taking it all in, letting the engine hum fade into the quiet evening.