The Days That Count

 Crisp red leaves flutter to the ground. 

I can faintly see my breath before me.

The smell of hot chocolate and pine trees fills the air around me. 

“The sun’s finally coming up!” My dad cries joyfully.

We scope our surroundings with our binoculars.

One after another, young bucks chase the scurrying doe.

The sun is shining through the trees now.

We watch, wait, and listen, almost like an intense game of hide- and -seek.

It seems like all the mature bucks want to do is hide...

But we don’t care,

‘cause we’re out in God’s country.

We’re doing what we love, where we love.

The glistening sun goes down and the sky turns to fiery water colors.

Stars begin to shine,

and faint smiles lie on our faces as we take the backroads home.

- Squid