I rise when it is nighttime still,
I leave the last gray city street;
To drive the endless countryside
  As darkness shrouds around me, like a sheet

But as the sun begins to rise
The Blue Ridge mountains come in view
And, creeping, I begin the climb
  That takes me up to where I’m going to

And now, an hour into light
The country there before me spreads;
The cool and smoky air I breathe
  While those I love are yet within their beds

The prospect there before me wakes
The goal of this, my lonely drive:
Inspired by its beauty, I
  Drive home again
  Quite glad to be
  Alive

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(Inspired by this prompt.)

Photo credit : © Stahrj | Dreamstime.com – Blue Ridge Mountains Rock Formation In Summer. Photo