Not quite dusk. I walking along Engelsåsveien, down the steep hill with Nyjordveien at its foot. Slight autumnal crispness to the air. Exceptionally quiet and still.
In a small meadow to my left, a beautiful low mist amongst the grass. Resting ethereally just above it.
Having walked past, I turn back for a last glimpse.
A single, standing deer, three-quarters absorbed by the mist. Slowly, gracefully it bends for a few strands of grass. Immersed. I stock-still.
Deep tranquility. Purity.
Written down originally on the 13th of September, 2022. The trip was on the 23rd of July, 2021.
Last updated: 13:05 (GMT+1), 2nd January 2023