If you had been sitting at the edge of the field, quietly going about the busy work of observing, you might have noticed her creep out from among the trees. You might have thought she was looking for something – food or water or a place that felt safe enough to rest. You might have even considered that she was looking for you, although you would have been certain that was a foolish thought to think.

But she would have stared at you so intently that you would have been forced to think it. You would have had to be amazed at the way her soft body could become so stiff.  You would have had to be humbled by her presence.

If you had seen the fawn emerge from the woods, you would have felt lucky. You would have felt as though you were witnessing something truly great. You would…