Dropping to the earth in another playful leap. Springing up again like a wound-up toy, back to the earth to do it over.

A shake of new-found antlers, a shake of the tree accidentally bumped.

A peal of laughter as a spirit soars higher with the happiness that exploded within.

Leaping, springing, shaking, swaying, freedom, delirium, optimism, winsome.

Another playful leap, another thunder of hooves reverberating on the ground.

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Who knew a skulled face could smile so brightly? Who knew a full-grown stag could move so jovially at the sight of that tiny new point on already burgeoning antlers?