Sleepy Fox Hollow sonnenaufgang

With each step Anselm took, he grew more confident. The doe stood still, her long and flat ears the only movement from her body. Anselm was certain he'd rise to meet her, and yet when he crossed some invisible line meted into the grass the doe sprung on gracile heels and was gone.

  Anselm turned back to Mahler with a soft gaping mouth. He had not realized Mahler did not follow, and so trotted to close the gap with a swinging tail and a forlorn sense of failure rounding his shoulders.