There was a fox that visited the yard of our cabin a couple of times during our stay; they was very calm and unbothered–yawning, scratching and curling up for little rests. But how long the legs when they walked off!
I got to the end of the day and was afraid I wouldn’t be able to sleep, as I was still haunted by a dream from the night before in which I sobbed helplessly while hearing a song listing the beautiful, complicated names of all the white horses that had been slain. Who would even do that, and why?
So I made this picture, and then yes, I did sleep.