A While Back

You know sometimes when you're driving down the backroad riding in the passenger seat of the truck and you just stare out the window and see how the trees that are closest to you move past so much faster than the ones that are miles away, and you notice that the clouds never even look like they're moving until you really focus and trick your mind into seeing the wind, and how you didn't even see that family of deer right over the crest of the hill until someone else yells and points them out, and how all the plants look dusted with white and all the branches are sparkling and ice covered. And you just wonder.