Still Life with Rekord

She rests on a carpet of moss, the earth cool against her back, her gaze lost in the overcast sky. Nearby, the old Opel Rekord settles where its last journey concluded years ago, its orange-red paint a warm counterpoint to the encroaching green. Wildflowers and weeds have grown up around its tires, stitching the machine to the soil in a slow, patient embrace. The car holds the memories of roads traveled, while she finds stillness in the place where they ended. There is no urgency here, only the quiet hum of time passing, measured by the slow bloom of rust on chrome and the spread of leaves.