213 Harbor in the Colors of the Past

Passing through the snow-smelling soil of the roadside, inside the car I was sitting next to Marvel who was driving. My eyes had been aiming at the car window, at the Christmas decorations adorning the town. The red-green-gold collaboration above the pure white carpet created an enchanting scenery.

"Are you sleepy?" Marvel asked me, trimming down my distant gaze to turn in his direction. "You can sleep if you want. We have so much time before we arrive," he told me without returning my curious stare as the traffic had been stealing his focus.

The car had been running for about four hours in the jam. Even with this fast car, we couldn't do much on such a crowded weekend road.