I’m thinking I should take the dogs out in the backyard for some midwinter frolicking in the sun, when I look out and see the white-tailed deer strolling across the field next door toward our bird feeders. The dogs can frolic later.
I was about to compose a few lines about living in a place where wild animals go strolling on a Sunday afternoon, when I realized, “Wait, a deer at the feeder?” and grabbed the camera.
A few dozen shots later, I sat down to write about the awesome beauty of this common-but-not-everyday encounter, and a couple sentences later I peeked out the window again, to see her gone.
There is a time to write, and a time to grab a camera, and most of all there is a time just to soak in the beauty and enjoy the life all around.