Last night, I got home and was grilling up some burgers out on the deck, when a deer ran through the back yard.
It was one of those perfect moments of mindful contemplation. The deer had run across the yard before exiting up the hill. He had moved quickly, with purpose, and then once safely under the trees, slowed to a meander.
I saw and recognized this pattern, having just done it myself. I had made my way home on the highway, at speed, and now that I was home, I could slow down, stop, and move at a more sedate pace.
Then I let go of even that pattern, and just watched him.