Tonight as I left my office, the sky was low and moving towards dusk. There was a Southern Ontario drizzle falling down but too light to care about.
As I began my commute home my eye caught some movement on my right so I turned and saw a mule deer staring at me. He was 25 feet away on the lawn right at the edge of the trees. He watched me and then turned his attention to his walk, continuing along the tree line beside the cemetery.
Life in a field.