An oddity of living in the South is how far away things are, how far one has to drive if one lives in the country. The nearest city to my home is about half an hour going the speed limit.
I should take the time to inform everyone that more often than not, people in the South seem to ignore the speed limit and go whatever speed they deem necessary.
I don’t have the kind of money to spend on traffic violation tickets, so I obey the law and go the speed limit. Despite the taunts of others saying I drive “like a grandma,” no speeding tickets have accumulated on my record, nor have I caused any traffic accidents.
Most of my friends live at least 20 minutes away. That’s a lot of driving to do, especially considering the round trip I have to make back home.
But I don’t mind driving, especially out in the country, and most especially late at night. Driving after midnight on the old country roads is an interesting experience.
Some people may feel nervous at the idea of driving alone in the wee hours of the morning. What you really see when the veil of night has fallen over the world is a different world altogether, a peaceful world where things are stiller than normal and the people and creatures who are awake march to the beat of a different rhythm, of a different drum.
The lonely Southern roads in the middle of the night are really the only time I’m alone.
And I’m fine with that.
My late-night drives are when God and I get to know each other a lot better. I can rock out to the radio, sing as loudly as I want, and pray and say what I need to, unbeholden to anyone else, to anyone’s judgment, to any thought patterns or energies or any rhetoric from outside sources.
The world of night is beautiful. Sometimes, it’s cold, sometimes, rainy, sometimes, sweltering, and I would really be upset if I had a breakdown at nighttime and had to wait on someone to come get me. No scenario, it can be said, is perfect.
But on those late-night drives, I have a deeper sense of myself, a deeper sense of the world, a deeper knowing of why I’m alive. I feel free, free to explore the mystery of the rolling hills, the lakes, the stars in the night sky, and the distant mooing of yet wakeful cows.
Yes, even cows stay awake late. Ever heard of a night cow?
If you ever have a chance to drive the lonely roads of the South, do it. You may just find yourself, find God, find something more.
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