Saturday Morning

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Autumn morning.
The horses in nearby fields are standing motionless.
The pony already has a heavier coat; it seems too soon.
Her eye is dark and large, the lashes scanty.
Walking close, one hears the steady sound of grass being eaten,
the peace of the earth being milled.

~ James Salter, Light Years

 


Photo: Med777

Comments

  1. Deep, contented breaths…there is nothing like the sound of happy horses, the visual of early morning fog lifting to greet the day, the softness of a muzzle against one’s hand…wet feet and happy heart.

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  2. WMS. This elicits such happy memories. I used to love walking into my grandfather’s barn on a chilly morning, seeing the steam rise off the horses’ backs and listen to them contentedly munching their hay. The warmth and that earthy, horsy smell were heavenly….

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  3. evokes such a beautiful vision of the day’s opening –

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  4. freddiegeorgia says:

    ‘Walking close, one hears the steady sound of grass being eaten,…the peace of the earth being milled’…
    ..chomped at my heart…gave a new vision…

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  5. these were music to my soul! peace with nature and the things of nature; filling one full. Contentedness.
    and – though they are, a huge expense… I do miss my days of horses. wonderful David 🙂 thanks for sharing!

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