Deer Encounter

5:30 AM / Park Street

The fog and mist hugged the ground—and the smoke from the fireplaces from the houses enveloped you.

This morning was like so many, many others. Kind of like on remote control. Cruising up and down hills. Listening to all kinds of crazy music. Singing along on old songs. Just having a lot of fun. You get in this weightless zone where you don’t have any obligations or have to say or do anything.

At this hour it is perfectly quiet—and the only sound you hear are your tires, your breathing and your (well my) bad singing. Turning a bend in the road at about 20 mph I saw directly in front of me a huge deer. It was simply standing there looking directly at me. I wasn’t very far away from him. I frankly didn’t know what to do—so I just stopped and looked at him. This is what we did for several minutes the deer and I. It was just surreal—in this dark, foggy road absolutely silent this huge creature was trying to figure out what I was all about—just as I was trying to figure out what he was thinking and was about.