Asheville, Southern Charm, and the Journey North

It’s 7am and we just pulled out of the Amtrak station in Charlotte. It was still pitch black when Stephie and I left the house at six but now the light is steadily growing and changing the sky from dark black-purple to orange, and now to neon pink. There are still puddles of fog nestled in fields and other open areas between houses. This is one of my favorite times of day but one I rarely see, also loving the mysterious potential of late night and my sleep. It has been a long time since I was on a train and I’m glad for the excuse to see the sunrise and to ride the rails again. It’s fourteen hours to Penn Station, plenty of time to catch up on stories and make new ones. Continue reading