Yesterday on my way to work, a dark 5:00 PM, I had to stop up the hill instead of start. From a distance two deer crossed my path. As I slowed to view them, no cars trailing me--in fact, none were coming towards me either--another deer paused on the curb at the edge of the woods to see if I was going to drive on. I, of course, didn't want to. He/she trusted(?) I wasn't going to move and decided to pass in front of my car. Then another one followed.

And I praised life for all its best things, because I could.