To foreshadow is to predict, to know ahead of time. It sounds mystical, but in this case, it was as simple and obvious as the passing of time…
This patient mare waited, and once her little friend’s arms and legs got longer, it was less of a stretch. As long as there are little girls and sweet mares, the foreshadowing will continue: more gazing and touching and sharing lives, as years go by. Some of us are born this way.
Anna Blake, Infinity Farm.
WordPress Photo Challenge is a weekly prompt to share a photo- I enjoy twisting these macro prompts to share our micro life here on the Colorado prairie. My photos are taken with my phone. No psych, definitely not high-tech.