I stop. A deer, dark and wise, stares at me with scared bright eyes. It’s a windy night, quite a fright, but the deer stares right at my headlight. I blink. He won’t move. Foolish deer, risking his life, just to stare at my headlights. I honk, annoyed, staring at me he seems to enjoy. The noise scares him, and he runs off, never again to be seen.