It had been a long time
since he had seen a buck this old.
Something about him lingers.
He feels the urge to get closer.
To understand how he endures
those days when the body grows heavier.
So he moves forward.
Slowly. Carefully.
Little by little,
they stand side by side.
The old one turns his head.
Looks at him, just for a moment.
Then goes back to his meal.
The young one lowers his head too.
He eats.
Nothing is said.
But beside this old buck,
something in him softens.
— Sënka_
WHAT DID YOU FEEL ?
Some silences
are the most honest conversation.
Most people stop here.
He didn’t.
He didn’t.
If it stayed with you… follow.