On Alleen

Have you ever been in the forest at earliest dawn when the whole world lies so hushed that you can hear the dulcet song of your own blood; and suddenly, very suddenly, and more silently than any wraith, a doe and her fawn step from the mist to stand so perfectly still that you marvel whether or not your senses have betrayed you? And it's so God-awful beautiful that your heart locks down in mid-beat and physically aches at the sheer wonder of it. That's what she did to me, each time my eyes touched her.