CHASING CHROME REFLECTIONS ON A DUSTY ROAD

The sun beat down relentlessly on the parched earth, kicking up motes of dust with every passing vehicle. The road stretched before me, a ribbon of cracked asphalt snaking through this arid expanse. I squinted, my eyes drawn to the gleaming reflections in a discarded chrome bumper, sunken amongst the tumbleweeds. It was a passing moment of beauty,