I
exit the cabin through the Eastern door with the Dog that lives with
us. As I do, I scan what is in front of me, not wanting to miss
someone before they run or fly or scurry away. Dog is very excited,
but I see nothing. I wonder if she isn't noticing some kind of
afterimage of the Deer who was here yesterday. Then, not forty feet
in front of me, Doe flips her tail up and trots Northeast toward Pine
grove. Once there, she lays down, and looks back at me.
I
am grateful to Doe for reminding me how much I have to learn about
truly noticing what is right in front of me.
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