Not quite dusk. Walking along Engelsåsveien, down the steep hill with Nyjordveien at its foot. A slight autumnal crispness to the air. Exceptionally quiet and still.
In a small meadow to the left, a low mist resting ethereally amongst the grass and 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, becoming immersed.
I stand stock-still for an age. Purity.
Written down originally on the 13th of September, 2022. The trip was on the 23rd of July, 2021.
Last updated: 15:04 (GMT+2), 4th August 2023