journey into the secret life of deer

highway 55 is dark tonight, stretching out and up into the hills, up across ouray, where every sun is always setting and i am here, watching the road go both ways and trying to suss out just which way i'd like to go.

i've nowhere to be, but tonight i felt like driving, so i was out bounding over mesas and dropping into valleys making a mess of things like as anything spending a few minutes just roaming, watching deer collections scatter from the road and thinking about how gentle the life of a deer must be most of the time.

2008-02-26 | 11:03 p.m.
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