An Evening With the Deer: Still watching at the wood's edge

Edwin Marsh

The best part of the day arrives quietly, when the light turns gold and the woods settle into their evening rhythm. This is time spent at the tree line, waiting without a schedule, watching a doe test the air and a fawn stay close, and noticing how stillness changes what you are able to see. No lesson, no agenda, just the patient, unhurried company of a place that asks nothing of you but attention.