the creek shutters along like a faulty conveyer belt, or maybe a flat tire. across the way, there is a fawn sleeping on a little patch of soft dirt. she is utterly exposed and entirely at ease.
but it isn’t like you’re going to hurt her, right? if you want to stay a while, there’s a bench on the other side of the water that’s far enough away from the fawn that you can be sure you won’t disturb her.