cool evening breezes
carry my scent to the deer.
she looks up…i wave
On the bridge again taking an after-dinner walk. Dan was throwing bread down to the carp and the turtles in the creek. I was simply looking all around and taking it all in. Then the great blue heron flew out from under the bridge and brought my eyes way off to a deer crossing over a tiny island to feed. I watched awhile. She stopped and looked up at me. I waved.
