Deer at Dusk
The gentle crunch of frost touched earth guides the wanderers feet.
Breath dances in the crisp, still air.
Silence, except for nature's voice.
The horizon is warm with pastel colours as the tired sky slowly blinks into slumber.
Slowly, across the heath, mythical creatures emerge.
Their antlers majestically weave through the evening light.
They step with grace, and bow with elegance.
Calming beauty embraces all who they allow to glance.
A precious moment.
A reminder of the magic we grow used to forgetting.
So gaze upon it for a while.
Happy February.
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