I drove past a doe in the road yesterday morning. I don’t know when she was hit, but she was sitting up – still alive, in a puddle of her own blood while cars drove past her on both sides. I can’t get the image out of my mind. Her eyes were closed and her head lifted toward the sky and I could see her breath because it was so cold. She had to have been in pain and scared.
Maybe it was a sign… I don’t know of what… my day definitely went down-hill afterwards and I keep thinking about her. Maybe I’m reading too much into it, but maybe not.
And Wonton Makes Three 