The deer was standing near the edge of the canal, her body shaded by the leafy oak tree. Her head was down as she quietly lapped up a drink of water. I stopped and climbed off my bike to grab my camera. I lowered the bike to the ground with slow intent as I whispered across the canal, "Why not just stay right where you are, for just a second or two?"
The camera lens fogged up as soon as I lifted it from the cool backpack it had been stored in. Damn humidity. Using my t-shirt I did a quick wipe and lifted the viewfinder up to my right eye, but it was too late. The deer jumped gracefully up the small embankment and walked off into the woods.
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