I am participating in the March Slice of Life Story Challenge. Thanks to the co-authors of Two Writing Teachers for creating this supportive community.
On the trail yesterday I spied a lone doe. I watched as she bent gracefully to sip from the small stream, then nibble a few chunks of grass emerging through the thawing earth. She lifted her head and observed her surroundings, sniffed the air to discover who was near. When she spotted me, we looked at each other for quite a while. Curious. Fascinated.
Sometimes Allan and I walk Cyrus on the trail together. It’s nice when we point out different things that we notice, things the other might have missed. We converse in quiet tones about our plans for the day, or the week, or who we think might make it to the final four. But we have different paces and places where we like to stop, so one of us is either slowing down or catching up it seems. Sometimes I like to walk alone, to get lost in my thoughts and not have to think about carrying on a conversation. I do a lot of thinking on the trail, and listening -to the sounds of nature or perhaps my most recent download from Overdrive.
Before long I spied the other deer, a group of about five on the other side of a small ridge. One spotted me and quickly came over to the one who was alone, as if to say, “Come on, it’s time to go. Time to play. There might be danger here.” The doe and I exchanged one final look, and then the group scampered up the hill and out of sight.
I think that doe and I have something in common. Sometimes it’s good to be alone.