Saturday, August 19, 2006
I was barely out of my neighborhood this morning on my way to work when a small deer ran into the access road. When it realized that a vehicle was coming toward it, it ran back into the trees. Poor little thing. As I drove by, it stood stock still, trying to hide from me, I'll bet. I wonder if it recovered enough to cross the road later. Something inside me hopes it didn't, because beyond the spit of land it was headed toward lies the highway.