Riding fast on snowy roads

I will never forget that car that passed in front of me so long ago.

The car sped across the cold earth, seemingly in a hurry to get to something. The sound of the ground scraping in the distance eventually drew closer to me, making my heart beat faster. And then, in a flash, the car passed by and disappeared into the white. I wondered where that car had gone, in my memory, in the cold environment.