I give her first feed before dawn. It's quiet then and the air is crisp.
Cora whickers softly when she hears me scooping her breakfast. It's a good feeling to be met at the gate.
It's a good time of day. Your lungs fill with a long slow breath of pure desert air... you just stand for a few minutes watching the light change. Listening to your mare feed. Feeling the cool breeze on your face...knowing a pot of fresh coffee is perking on the stove, all those small things...
Life slows down enough so you can see how it should be...how it should have been...
-Brian
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One know's they're "getting close" when less is more than enough...
Nice words,
Box Canyon
Brian, that is probably one of your shortest posts, but you conveyed so much feeling, and emotion. The word picture you painted was eloquent, and I felt like I was standing there with you experiencing it all. Sometimes less is more.....
Early morning is my favorite part of the day as well.
My dog.
My cup of coffee.
And me.
Ed
Sounds good to me, as long as there's early morning coffee!
Eloquent prose.
Now how about that coffee.
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