I sit outside reading, sun in and out of clouds. A fox trots across the bridge, stops in the garden, raises a leg, and moves on without a backward glance. Later, sensing movement, I look up to see a young buck walking slowly through the forest. Suddenly startled, he picks up his pace, white tail waving like a truce as he trots away. A Robin hops and flutters along the stream finding the perfect spot for a drink. Dipping its head, water droplets fly off its beak to become prisms of light. Bees drone around the Salvia as the afternoon slips slowly away.