Hello PassingDeer.

I turn the music up as loud as possible. With just a few minutes passing, I hear the thumping again. I’m glad the highway is empty as I jerk the wheel of the car. I rush to let the windows down. This was probably the coldest night of winter. With the passion of a professional singer, I begin singing along with the music. For the tenth time in a matter of minutes, I look over at my cell phone. My wife and I normally talk during my ride home. The drive home is approximately 40 minutes. Normally, I leave work at midnight but tonight we ran late. Bam! Hello PassingDeer.