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
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.
And you knew that this one was in honor of you, a horse lover from youth…
I am very appreciative..thank you, pal..
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….
Beautifully captured Lori.
evokes such a beautiful vision of the day’s opening –
It does.
‘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…
Doesn’t it though!
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!
So glad. Thanks Debi