Last weekend Regan and I headed 90 miles north for a quick visit with my parents. As soon as we arrived, my dad led us over to the creek and showed us a fawn who had been in the same place for two days straight. It was so well behaved, staying in one place, waiting for orders from its mom to move. It would glance over at us, skeptical of the crowd that was forming. It stood, ate leaves, rested, slept, and then started the cycle again. My parent’s house is complete zen.