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Wild Horses

Posted by Jen on January 28, 2009 in Wonder(ful) |

I live in a place where wild horses still run. It’s a beautiful thing.

The first time I saw them,  I was in awe. Looking back, I think that part of that awe had to do with the fact that I’d seen them – it was a new experience that not everyone has the privilege of seeing.

The horses aren’t always there and they aren’t always easy to see. You have to pay attention. You have to look for them. I think many of my neighbors are too busy commuting to notice them most days. Sad, really. [I really hope I'm wrong about this, by the way.]

As I began to travel the road where they can be seen daily, I started looking for them. It was as if I was looking for a sign. Something that I could hang my day on. If I saw them, my mood was instantly buoyed. The day was sure to be a good one.

I’ve been traveling that same road for some time now and I still look for the horses. I am still in awe and my mood changes instantly for the better when I see them.

I saw them today. As I scanned the horizon for more of them, I thought a bit about these amazing, beautiful creatures out in the middle of nowhere … just being.

There are loads of wild creatures around here. Most of them are of the I-wouldn’t-want-to-meet-you-accidentally variety. Most of them are members of a species that has not been domesticated.

Yet, here, on this stretch of road where a bunch of domesticated humans travel to-and-from work every day there are a bunch of wild horses … following the road less traveled.

Ironic. Wonderful.

I'll be hoppin' along now ...

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1 Comment

  • Stephen says:

    Hey, we probably drive the same road! It’s been awhile since seeing the horses (except for the one white one for awhile a few months ago) but we just started seeing them again. At least 3 of them today.

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