The pavement must be warm. And it's been raining a bit. So there's a light fog rising from the road. A fawn, with its quick little steps, runs across in front of me to join it's sibling on the right side of the road while the doe lags behind and watches from the left side of the road. In the next mile I dodge a 'possum. I turn right onto my road and slow down for a buck in the ditch, and another a hundred yards beyond. I turn into my driveway, looking out for the deer that usually graze in my yard - not there tonight. But the cat and dog run out to the car before I can pull into my parking spot and turn of the engine.
I'm gonna go watch the photographer's awards. I understand Bush is attending.