Taking time to stop and…watch the deer

Some of the deer that live in my neighborhood.

I never was one for smelling roses. And, like most of us, I don’t stop often enough to enjoy even the metaphorical rose. But today, I did stop.

I love living in the Midwest because of moments like these — coexisting with wildlife. There are some sparse wooded areas in my neighborhood, apparently just enough to sustain a few deer, and I’m grateful. I see them about once a week, if I happen to be driving around just before sunset. The light is always beautiful at that time and hits the deer in such a wonderful way. Each time they come out, they create such a perfect picture.

Today, I stopped to watch and to capture a moment.