Still and quiet. The leaves glisten in the light autumn breeze whilst the landscape is draped in a golden cloud of fog, illuminated by the beautiful sunrise through the half-bare branches. The forest floor is covered in a snow of browns, reds and yellows— leaves of similar shape, yet various sizes, much from a kindred species. Suspended over an idle stream, the fog thickens to the point that it almost camouflages a young deer slurping from the mirror-like surface. His breath mist swirls slowly before immersing into the fog. Perfect tranquility for any mammal to enjoy the privacy of a crisp pre-winter morning, with the only sounds of a single robin chirping its post-dawn chorus on a nearby branch. Nearby undergrowth rustles and echoes across the forest, capturing the undivided attention of
