I was driving down a side road, surrounded by pine trees. For some reason, this road reminded me of girl scout camp when I was younger. It must have been all of the pine trees and the way the sun hit my eyes behind my sunglasses. I was a mile down the road, surrounded by pine trees, when I had to stop. Four deer were crossing the road then jumping gracefully over a low fence on the other side. I was amazed at how they moved, swiftly without hustle, elegant but aware. I was about to move when a fifth deer came sprinting across the road, trying to keep up with it's friends. I laughed. No other cars to be found on the road in the middle of nowhere. When I got to the main road there was a sign pointing north and south. The two directions I could go. I chose north and thought of the deer moving in the same direction magestically amongst the pine trees.