As Pure a Moment As Can Be
Horses are magical.
1am on a cold winters night
the horses huddled in the moonlight out on the north pasture
Quiet, as if time has stopped - the sort of night where only whispers will do
I am with them - surrounded by their magnificence, and their kindness
Feeling their warmth
Listening to their breathing
their soft sounds and gentle shuffles
Their smell - a wonderfully warm mix of an earthy and grainy musk, sun dried hay, and leather.
I reassure and love them to ease their way - and to ease my own.
This moment
staring quietly at the desert’s moonlit nightscape amongst these incredible creatures
timeless
It is as pure a moment as can ever be