I'm at the Barnes and Noble near my in-laws'. The manager's just announced over the PA, "Barnes and Noble will be closing in 15 minutes." I've made my final purchases. A brownie and a second cup of coffee. When I leave here I'll drive home through Valley Forge. Usually when I make this drive at this time of night, which I try to do at least once every visit, I see a lot of deer along the way. They'll be lined up along the roadside by the dozen, as if waiting for a parade. Their eyes glow in the headlights of passing cars. The deer themselves turn gray as shadows and sometimes when it's very dark all you can see are their eyes, like strings of orange paper lanterns way off in the distance. That's a trick of my own eyes, of course. The deer aren't off in the distance. They're right there, a few feet away.
As I said, usually they're lined up by the dozen. But last month, when we were here and I was here and I made that drive, I didn't see a single deer. Not one. It was strange. I wonder how many I'll see tonight. I'm about to find out. Barnes and Noble has now closed. Good night.