Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Deer in the Morning
I turned a corner and gasped, touching the brakes. In front of me in the road stood four or five deer, looking at me calmly, necks high, eyes wide, one hoof pulled up; hesitant but not scared.
They were beautiful. We just stared at each other; like a kid I longed to go up to them and stand with them; say something to them that they would understand. Deer make you feel strangely isolated; they will rarely let you get close enough to touch them or pet them, and they are shy and aloof. Their eyes are huge; I hadn't realized how big their eyes were.
They come to the neighborhood we have recently moved to a lot, I hear; we are close to conservation land and they make appearances as their woods disappear a little more each year. They looked vulnerable and stiff on the asphalt, but still beautiful, and wild.
It was 7:30 am, and my day had already been made. Stumbling on amazing nature when your mind is elsewhere is always the best kind of high.