In the hush of dawn, when the mist still hugs the grass and the sun spills its first golden breath, the deer stands still-eyes closed, heart awake. it does not rush the morning; it becomes the morning. Every ray that touches its coat feels like a silent blessing, a reminder that peace isn't found by running faster- it's found in stillness, in simply being. The world may be loud, but here, in the soft light of sunrise, serenity has antlers and a heartbeat.