Dusk, riding on the bike path past queen anne's lace, cattails, sumac and vetch, purples, dark reds, white. Coming back along the river around 9, startled three fawns. They galloped toward the highway. I felt guilty already. The oncoming car screeched to a halt. What if the deer had been killed, would it have been my fault, the foreigner invading their land, bringing disease and death? Would this be chaos, sensitive dependence on initial conditions, something that quickly gets out of hand, or would this be a simple case of cause and effect.