Transcendental moments — A deer in the grass and the mist

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