Jovanna (@leave-the-map-behind) and I had a beautiful day in the mountains yesterday, driving the “Top of the Rockies” road between Aspen and Vail. The beauty of the mountain vistas was astounding; I was on a “spiritual high” for pretty much the whole day (and I think Jovanna kinda liked it too). We took our time, driving from around 8:30am until around 9:30pm, when, less than 45 minutes away from our camping destination for the night, a pair of the many beautiful deers we had seen along the way decided to cross the road, directly in front of our car. I tried to brake as hard as I could, but it was too late.
I can’t get the image of that doe… flying through the air, looking back at me with those shocked and terrified eyes… out of my head. Well, I know I can, but at the same time I don’t want to. I don’t want to trivialize her life by making it something for me to “get over.”
The $500 deductible I’ll have to pay for car repairs and the abrupt and tragic end to our beautiful weekend bothered me at first, but then I was like “whatever, the damage is done, no sense in worrying about it.” Somehow, I can’t do the same thing when it comes to the doe. Well, I know I can, but somewhere inside I just won’t let myself. At least for now.