This horse covers the ground more quietly on four hooves than my old feet can manage, dynamic strides so I stretch to keep up. Awareness pulses in his ears and nostrils. That's character carved in his jaw and if the sun is setting just right, you can look into his eye and see the universe lie flat and small at the left edge of his heart. I'm only a bit embarrassed to admit that I time my breath so I can take in his spent exhale. I'm six times his age. It seems the sharper his profile, the more mine loses definition. My cheeks are abraded flat with fruitless emotion and the prairie wind has turned my ears to gristle like the old donkey's. The corners of my mouth have stretched from screaming at the moon and my eyelids have gradually swollen to protect my eyes from sights that hurt them. Six times his age, using his breath, trailing safe in his stride.
Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Horse Advocate, Author, Speaker, Equine Pro
(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. I take these photos with my phone, on my farm. No psych, definitely not high-tech.)