Night is a forgiving country, dark and intimate, where driving down a deserted highway is like tunneling through black air. Your headlights pry open a crack in a curtain that closes as soon as you slip through, and you follow a twisting yellow line across a gentle landscape where darkness is like quiet for the eyes and quiet is darkness for the ears. Night is the peaceful valley.
Sunrise is a storm on the horizon, soon to shake the world.
This sunrise was what we saw on Rich Mountain at the first overlook on the Talimena Scenic Drive. We were on our way to Crooked Creek and running a little late, which was probably a lucky thing.