Through their eyes we are faced with who we are and what we intend to be. Patience is one of their greatest virtues as they work with us allowing us to believe we are their masters.
I move in the cold predawn air surrounded by layers of wool and cotton.
An upward glance into the dark reveals stars shooting across the horizon downward. The pasture gate latch is cold in my hands as I release the chain, and in just the right moment, the pounding hooves of the horses, with their manes flying and vapor blowing from their nostrils, race into the day.