I once saw a Fawn in a place that looked like Eden. I quietly watched it from a distance. The precious deer walked delicately through the mist covered ground nibbling on tender green chutes of grass. She looked so frail and innocent as I thought I could reach out and touch her, the delicate creature came alive and bounded away from me, leaving me to reminisce at the after image in the cool mist of a beautiful creature that had alluded me.