Early morning, after the change back to standard time. The moon is overhead, with Jupiter near by. Orion is well off to the west, reminding me how late it is in the fall, and how few times I had good viewing this fall. Perhaps mostly weather conditions, or perhaps my schedule just didn't have me up and out at the right times, but I feel that I've missed something.
A few blocks from home, in a shaded spot on the street, under a big spreading oak, a shape moves out from the east side. Mind notices, processes, concludes - way too big for a dog or a fox, must be a deer. Different somehow, a buck, perhaps? Yes, I think so. There's another one following. That looks like a buck too. I'm pretty close, they see me, do they know what I am? Wait. Should I keep walking? Will they feel threatened? Would they run, or perhaps be aggressive? OK. They're moving on across to the other side, eyeing me, but not too concerned. Guess it's OK to walk by.
Evening. Cloudy, cold, and drizzly. I'm not really prepared for that, but just barely have enough layers. If it doesn't rain harder, I'll be alright. Dark, cold, wet, what does that remind me of? Oh, 30 years living in Juneau - I can handle this.
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