On Sunday night, I made a trek to E-town to have dinner with my best friend while she was driving back to her university. We had not seen each other since the summer, which should never happen again (you hear that, Kat?). Well, we never found Starbucks and wound up eating our five-dollar-bread-bowl-soups at a Panera instead. Getting back to the interstate was a great adventure in the dark because I drove north instead of south twice...but I digress. Not only did I enjoy a quiet dinner with Kat, but on my way there, along the stretch of road I've driven a hundred times by now, I saw this herd of deer, ten or twenty of them, grazing in the snow.
It's not something you see every day, is it?