Red and white against the frost, Two shadows speeding toward nowhere. A windshield cracked by time, Wipers scraping silent prayers. Their faces—creased by joy or madness— Split the ice-drenched dusk. Behind them, cities vanish In the rearview of forgotten dreams. The headlights hum, Drenched in snow and gasoline, Chasing the road that never ends— A punchline lost in the cold.