Pennsylvania Drive

Night time driving.
Have the road all to myself.
I sing happily to Nitty Gritty
And drink my Starbucks slowly.
Tail lights are few.
The only sounds are music
The steady 'thup-thup' of the road.
And my fingers tapping out the beat
To Mr. Bojangles.

Coming up on a truck now
Who wishes to come into my lane.
I ease off the gas
And give the customary flippy-flip of my brights.
As they slip into place.
I smile at the silent thank you:
A quick flash of their tail lights.
We're a peaceful bunch
In the sea of red and white

Darkness fades to light
And a brilliant staining of the sky
Over York
God gets out his fingerpaints
And smears the sky with brilliant coloration.
Nicely reflected in the shimmering Susquehanna
As the city begins to come to life.
Turning off onto 501
And going through rural Lancaster county
Buggies filled with Amish
Trip-trap down the road

Sleek, chocolate horses whinny
Little puffs of steam escape their nostrils
As they trot in the morning cold
Their owners bundled up inside
Off to their destination
I pull into the drive and walk into the house
I greet my love, and my second set of parents lovingly
I'm just in time for Mother's breakfast
We chatter about our plans
Enjoying a few 'together' moments
My weekend has begun.....