Face to Face

Afraid I would be late for the nature journaling get-together, I jumped in the car, inserted the key, and looked up: into a tiny face. We stared at one another for a long time before I backed up, slowly, and headed down the hill, my passenger not in the least distressed.
Only in Abbo's Alley did he (or she) depart the windshield for new digs. I wish the little critter well.