an unfurled deer surrounded by a sanctuaried herd. I discovered the magic of family between and within words, a collection of language yet pronounced though eternally learned. Words were my first love because they taught me that love existed at all. I yearned for requitedness: passion and ardor and frenzied lust. The kind that would leave me both breathless and breathing. The kind found between trees, the quiet movement of familiarity and freedom that taught of both escape and surrender. As an adult, I cocooned myself in my belief like reindeer protecting its fawn – circling and circling – creating a cyclone of refuge in a beautiful maneuver of one: of both the shielded and the shielder. I found romance there. In our breath, the warm mist in the cold, absconded from our bodies that turned toward leaping – spotted, a rooted tale of love in the brush collected upon our hungry tongues.