My morning walk

The weather below - cool and cloudy. I come up the hill, it turns to windy and foggy, thick as pea soup they say. The fog blows in little patches to let me know it's moving. I cannot see work from the last turn of the road. I came early today to get in a lap around the building, wearing a thin short sleeved top but I brought my giant fleece vest. Not that it will do much good against this morning chill. I hesitate, tempted to forego my exercise but force myself to don the vest, zip it up, bring my arms in and try to hold the armholes closed. I'll make it around even though my hair is still damp from my morning shower. The trees drip heavy with dew from the fog, still thick, but mobile with the wind. Drops of moisture pattern the ground beneath each tree. I make my way around the lot and through the dripping wet gate so I can take the higher dirt trail around. A mere 20 feet from the road but I still feel closer to nature, and I can see down the berm a bit, in search for early morning companions. I step over a trail of ants - not ordinary ants that seem to anxiously run about following each other in each direction - a thick heavy road of big, sturdy, black ants, slow and meandering as if they were in no hurry compared to their smaller counterparts. It's strange, I've never seen such a thing, like everyday ants, pubescent 13 year olds and these are older, bolder, wiser ants twice as long and thrice as thick. 10 feet later, another row of ants - they must have made a trail 4 inches wide. And yet another 25 feet for the third and last trail - I'm baffled but move on. The chill comes through the armholes of my vest and makes a little cold patch on the back of my arm; I pull my outerwear tighter.
A small first year deer comes from the hill next to the building, across the road towards the berm I am on and gets confused by the fence. It tries to escape me; it has plenty of time as I'm still quite far away - it paces the fence, finds a hole and bounds right through the middle of the barbed wire - incredible - it fit! To my left I see a mother and fawn bounding away and I think to myself how fast that fawn found mother and bounced away, but as I watch them I see another mother fawn pair and I realize that was my road crossing, fence bursting friend. They all trot quickly to the next hill before they turn to look at me smiling after them.
My dirt berm comes to an end and I cross through another gate full of water drops. I stick to the dirt trail alongside of the road on the other side of the guardrail. The wind blows my hair, still damp but drying now, and I can barely see. As I shake my head to clear my site I notice movement - rabbit ears. I walk along as the bunny runs away - our black tailed jackrabbits don't do much hopping over here. When he's gone from view, I think he has made his way down the hill to the left, yet he bounds across the road to my right, headed towards the hill my fawn friend was running from. Deer count = 4; bunny count = 1. Now my only companions are sleek cars coming up the hill along the straightaway, surely not silent, but nearly invisible in the fog.