Live the Moment

The doe and fawns were at the feeders this morning.

I slipped quietly into a chair on the patio, thought briefly about retrieving my camera from inside and decided against it.

A fawn wandered cautiously up the hill. He was curious about the drips from planters watered earlier in the morning.

He stepped closer and sniffed my feet, my legs, my hands. Our eyes met, nearly nose to nose.

For a fleeting moment I thought about my camera just steps away in the house.

In the end, I missed the shot. But without the camera between us, I lived the moment.

I wonder, how many times do I look at life through a lens that keeps me from living the moment?