Literature
Epilogue 2: Sunlight and Weeds
The former owner of the cloak was four hundred miles away, grazing in a moonlit meadow, and trying to look innocent.
James liked being a stag. True, his neck always ached the next day, from supporting those antlers, but it was worth it for the sheer, wonderful simplicity of perspective.
It was like being on a broomstick. All the fears, hang-ups and heart-breaks slid off his back like an unfastened cloak, and suddenly there were just the basic principles of the chase. No 'wrong', no 'unfair' just speed, and a silent contest to be the master of it.
These moments were so uncomplicated. He didn't have to worry about the background thud