Last week we went to my favorite forest, you know the one I used to run through and feel like Jo March. The one that centered me when I missed my mom and made me jump for joy when I first saw the leaves change to magnificent reds and oranges last fall.
We walked through, my heart racing as the sun set and the leaves glowed in the most shocking ways. It was halfway through it occurred to me, "I have to go to the bathroom."
"I have to go to the bathroom!" I exclaimed. We then rushed through the rest of the forest, the need slowly killing me.
"Hurry," I said as I looked around nervously for thick enough bushes for a last resort discretion. Of course I wouldn't do it. Would I?
We passed through arches of my favorite yellow trees, me snapping my camera in the quickest fashion. Finally, we crossed the last bridge (literally) and headed toward the car when the most magnificent sight occurred:
Deer. Lots of deer. Time stopped. We stopped. I crept closer, bladder explosions suddenly forgotten. I was afraid they'd run if we got too close, so I knelt on the ground and half-crawled so I could get close enough to photograph them.
The light was nearly gone by that point, so I upped my ISO to 36000 and tried my best to steady my shooting finger. One even walked toward me. I tried to keep my giddiness under control. We were there for a good five minutes until the one in charge whistled and they were gone in a flash, causing a smooth rustle in the forest.
We then drove to the closest grocery store before I peed my pants.