Day 1.

I suppose I'll begin this little experiment of mine with the drive home. Tonight I was following a small civic. The colors were dulled and it was housing two passengers. What drew my attention to these two was that occasionally an arm would poke out the window, and a small glow would follow. It's on these cold nights that I'm thankful I'm not a smoker. Nonetheless, I can recognize the romantic value that a cigarette can possess, and as such I'm a sucker for following the glowing ashes as they spiral about. I wanted several times to pass this vehicle, as they were incredibly slow taking the curves in Degonia Springs. I remember finding some humor in the fact that they would take the risk of smoking, but felt unease taking a curve above 35mph. We shared paths all the way until the new 231 highway, which I found odd because most people shy away from country roads at night unless they're familiar with the area. They drove straight, while I went left onto the highway.