the foggy atmosphere again, i find my way to the ceiling-high west-facing windows. gazing at the mysterious darkness, thinking that i am alone, i know in my heart that i am not alone. my lord is with me. he wanted to spend time with me.
does the east-facing front window have the same view? is the sidewalk wet from the mist? i need to check it out. flipping a switch on the wall, the exterior garage light comes on. wrong one. tap off, flip the next one on, and the porch light shines forth. approaching the window, i am shocked to see a four-by-four buck a couple yards away happily nibbling 