…about seeing complete black in the rearview mirror.

Driving at night is it’s own kind of fun. Even when you’re driving over familiar territory, the darkness casts a sense of mystery and adventure over the journey — you’re never quite sure where the next bend will lead, or if there’s a deer chomping grass on the side of the road, or whether the next oncoming car has its brights on.

Tonight, I had the pleasure of being the only car on my stretch of the road for a ways. There was nothing but black in my rearview mirror, not even a reflective road sign.

I felt accomplished for passing a slow car and leaving it behind me, but I also love that feeling of being the only one out there. No headlights, no problems.

Just me and the car and the road.