I halt, confirming the scene, where to place my next footfall, and in which direction to turn. It seems to me a striking, four-legged by-stander watches in curiosity wondering too what I’ll decide. That’s when I stop thinking of what I’ll do next and begin to live in the moment. I watch the creature standing a few feet away off the main pathway, pin me with its beady eyes. I take a step, attempting to get closer to its beauty, the gracefulness it presents in front of me, when suddenly a head pops up from behind a pile of leaves not far. Concerned, the fawn leaps over to its guardian just as a human child would when unfamiliar with visitors in a known setting, yearning for protection. Another step taken, they flinch together in a fluid motion and begin to strut away never taking their eyes off me. My feet remain silent and heavy, this time, allowing the creatures to escape from my gaze. They leave the chilled, damp woods and enter a wheat field full of light. They take some cold out into the sun.