A Gift From The Sky

I spent the weekend at my camp on Union Falls Pond. I was mostly shoring up the camp for the annual week in September that my father and brother and I get together. I got everything done on Saturday, so Sunday I rewarded myself with a trip over to climb Whiteface Mountain for a little walk in the woods. I left very early and on the trip over I noticed a building sunrise that made me pull over on the narrow back road. When I closed the car door a large deer bounded silently across the field with purple mist swirling behind each jump. The deer stopped at the edge of the field, gave me one last look, flicked its snow-white tail and walked into the dim woods. After that, not a sound could be heard except the soft clicking of my phone camera.