Deer

On the white winter plain, deer dance like soft shadows on the snow. Their feet sink softly into the snow, leaving delicate tracks; tracks as if drawn with a painter's brush. Their breath turns into white steam in the morning cold, and their large ears move with the slightest sound of the wind. Their large, black eyes are full of peace, as if the snow is not an enemy, but a bed for their beauty. In the heavy silence of the snow, they are the only creatures that still know how to live lightly.