Midnight Run

In the darkest hours of some nights, I lay awake restless. I yearn for sleep but it never comes. So I get dressed and go stare out of the window at the driveway. As my thoughts continue to race, I grab my keys and walk out the door. Charlotte is different at 3:00 AM: no traffic, the sidewalks are empty minus the homeless. It’s a dark, blank canvas to pa…