Walking in familiar woods. A broken chestnut tree, and a deer at a distance.
One of the three main branches of this old chestnut tree was torn off by storm Arwen, ruining the symmetry.
The autumn colours seem to me to be a defiant "I'm still here!"
Interesting phrase that, relative safety. Life has no guarantees. But it does have beauty, and goodness, and the chance to grow, and to care for others.
Worth remembering that each person's relative safety will be enhanced in proportion to the kindness, respect, compassion and generosity of others.
And to someone else, we can be that "Other."
Or so it seems to me.
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