Is the horizon reflected in the pond or is it the water that sets the sky ablaze? Does the wind move the branches or is it the leaves that sweep the air along? Is it the rush of owl wings that calls out the moon or a muted lunar song that wakes a wild coyote chorus? Perhaps silence draws close to warn us that we're lost, wandering so close to the Earth's misty edge that gravity goes loose, just as the air breathes us in.
Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Horse Advocate, Author, Speaker, Equine Pro