only this—
seven or eight deer prancing
on snow
(Clearly, the snow was melting away. This may be the last snow this winter, I thought to myself on yesterday's walk in the woods, let me take a pretty picture to remember. So I began to walk slowly and mindfully, stopping from time to time to look around. One time off in the distance, I glimpsed a deer darting away, and then another….and then maybe seven or eight more deer prancing across the snow.
We never know if this, whatever the “this” may be, will be the last time. Every moment is a gift. I’m grateful that I remembered to slow down and look around, and now had a lovely memory to bring home and share.)
