From the day
Perspective: The Future Historian · Sight
I lean against the brick facade, watching the low sun catch the sharp silhouettes of wool frock coats and the occasional newsboy’s flat cap. The headlines are already whispering of Mr. Clark’s presidential ambitions, though to the average passerby, the man is just another name in the black ink of a morning sheet. A driver curses as he fumbles for his purse, grumbling that only a chump would pay **$0.10** for a single gallon of gas just to keep a motor carriage rumbling. I look past the soot and the horses, seeing the first flicker of an electric future beginning to rewrite the skyline.