two horses

Seeing horses in a meadow is not a every day thing when you live in the city stacked one atop the other. So when I head out of the city limits, it is always with childlike glee that I pull to the side of the road on such sightings. I don’t know what it is. Maybe equating lolling in such wide open spaces undisturbed with the type of peace that sends my imagination soaring.


pockets of colors
entice birds bees butterflies
meadow of fairy dust


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