THE MOONLIGHT BABY
The late August summer night air is filled with heat and steam and humidity. It is now 11:59 pm and the darkness will soon prepare to give way to the blazing hot summer sun that will rise high above the eastern North Carolina soil. As the silent midnight bell of the dark and the surreal struck its first tune, the mist surrounding this part of the open country began to thicken. On the road way cutting its path for miles and miles in either direction, this interstate 95, something other than the mist and heat and humidity was following this blacktop path northward, to somethere.