Driving At Night

The sun slowly sets behind the Blue Ridge Mountains.

The full moon is rising, casting a shining white light over the Shenandoah Valley.

A freight train weighted with many cars behind it speeds along the tracks to the side of me.

Driving along a narrow, dirt road on the outskirts of Keezletown, I feel as tired as a trucker.

I hear the sound of the freight train clattering along it’s path.

The clattering sound becomes fainter and fainter in the distance.

I listen to the faint, crackling sound of the AM radio.

As I drive on, 550 AM fades away and I switch the radio off.

The only sound I hear now is the engine noise of my 1968 Dodge Charger.

My mind wanders and bounces through thoughts like a kid on a trampoline.

I shake my head to clear my mind, refocusing on driving.

I shift into fourth gear and accelerate, driving through the night.