Sitting on the back porch steps with my father who said it is so still. And then let’s go see if the deer is back there [by the fruit trees], and we went, and she was, and we watched her and she watched us and ate grass; I was crouching down watching her. My father whispered to me very loudly from the other side of the barn wall that he was watching her too which was funny because I could already see him watching her through the cracks; he didn’t need to tell me.
Bravo.
wonderful…crouching tiger, can’t wait to hear about the hidden dragon