Living in the right place.

Tonight, while riding my bicycle, I whizzed past a deer. Came within five feet. Close enough to almost be able to reach over and touch the doe. The action came so fast that maybe both of us were surprised. I looked back. Said hello. And waved. The deer had come out of a woods. Standing next to the road. It was my third sighting of a deer this past week. Gives me a sense that I'm living in the right place. --Jim Broede