Moist, deeply brown with the swirling of souls in every blink the deer viewed the forest in the dim light. Tilting her head just so she saw the underneath of leaves waving in the slight breeze as the sounds of the babbling brook filled her ears. Seeing the blues, reds and greens of the forest comforted her as the colors danced across the various objects before her. Purple hazes took a bit to adjust to. Not as natural but functional. Using the vision of other spectrums reveal other delights and forest secrets. Hidden covers where one could hear everything going on but not be seen. Plenty of those existed in the forest once curled up in with nose tucked between front legs with back legs sensuously and light laid next to long brown lovely legs. Meditative breathing slow and relaxed gave a mindfulness which leads to an awareness of all within and without. As the deer breathe exits and the moist deeply brown eyes scan the horizon changes occur. A gentle nudge to play, gracefully roll and giggle, hooves thrusted high in the air just to see how high you can go, and flying off hill, off tree, and over the pond starts up. Splish splash becomes a regular sound again as frog and deer interchange places in the swirling moist azul blue waters of the pond. The purple dragonflies gather near a small set of willows at the lower end of the pond near a log. Hear they whisper the secrets of the forest as they flit through antlers or ears frequently. Never followers by simply gently observers of the deer they act as a gateway of discovery. Many have enticed them to play but dragonflies interact as they please or not.