By 6:30 it had cooled enough to go walking and I went to my favorite path. I thought I would see the deer, but wasn’t expecting to see them right at the start of the walk: the mother and her twins I’ve seen so much over the summer. This time I grabbed my camera to take pictures, but it was too dark to get much of a shot.
The forest is in that end of summer green, where the leaves hang heavy in resignation, and even the birds fall silent, exhausted. If I were to write a story and wanted a scene thick with meaning, I would pick dusk in a late summer forest after a heavy rain.
Towards the end of the walk, I was amazed to find a fawn still sporting spots eating leaves by the side of the trail. She came close enough for me to get a passable photo before walking over by a tree and lying down. Her mother was no where to be seen.
