Into the future
I was driving on the four-lane one summer afternoon when they passed me. They were traveling in the left lane. They appeared in the rear view mirror, overtook me, and vanished from sight in a short minute. I was surprised their old truck could go so fast.
I caught a glimpse of them as they came alongside. They were watching the road ahead intently. They had the truck windows open, and their long white hair was streaming in the wind. She was driving, and he was riding in the passenger's seat with his arm in the window.
I saw them several years ago, and I've been thinking about them ever since. Now I see that they've been on the road since they and their truck were young. And somewhere, they are still traveling fast in the left lane. The wind is lifting long strands of their white hair and blowing it back from their faces, and their eyes are fixed on the future.
Ray Bradbury could tell their story, but I can only tell you that I saw them.