 |
It is a late spring morning in the south central United States. A low-lying mist hugs the contours of the land, lending an air of mystery and anticipation to the dawning of a new day. Dampened by the fog, sounds of the earth awakening seem distant and surreal. Birdcalls echo. A slight breeze whispers through the pines. The sound of hoofbeats and the high-pitched whinny of a foal reveal the tantalizing presence of horses. |
|
|
The sound of hoofbeats and the high-pitched whinny of a foal reveal the tantalizing presence of horses. As the mist yields to a bright morning sun, a magnificent white stallion appears. Standing alertly on the slight rise of a hill, his beauty is ethereal. At his side is a small group of mares. Feminine counterparts to his exotic elegance, they graze serenely under his benevolent protection. |
 |
||
| Suddenly he hears the challenging call of another stallion. Raising his head to scan the horizon, his nostrils flare, drinking in the scent of the intruder. Then, with the inborn grace of a dancer, he whirls and charges down the hill, pausing in his advance only when he determines the other stallion is safely outside his domain. With his sovereignty unchallenged, he gallops back to his mares, circling them tightly, ears flicking backward and forward in the timeless and universal language of the equine. Pride and nobility evident with each fluid move, the stallion finally settles in to graze, ever watchful, yet suffused with a glow of contentment. The new day has begun... | |||
|