I was out on my prayer drive last Sunday and was running a bit behind to pick Shannon and Winston up to head to church. I was moving along at a nice clip (still within the speed limit of course) when I saw a flash of movement in my peripheral vision. I stopped as quickly as I could on the snowy, icy, dirt road. It was just in time to see a beautiful red fox dash off across a field.
It was my first fox sighting in daylight. Because of my speed, I didn’t quite get the view I would like to have had. If only I hadn’t packed so much into that morning. If only I had been able to take my time and slow down. If only I had driven slowly enough to not spook the fox or see it sooner.
I wonder how many fox I have missed because I’ve been busy doing stuff not nearly as rewarding. I wonder how many fox I have missed because I’ve simply been moving too fast.
Joel Stiff's Adventure 