This morning we crunched along between skeletal trees on a carpet of fallen leaves; as the darkness vaporised we spied our neighbour, a Shetland pony, on the horizon. A vision of unbridled joy, she cantered along the boundary inviting Isis to join in her morning frolic. Their interaction was perfectly choreographed. Sometimes a single moment provides perspective for the day ahead.
Thursday 1 November 2012
Beauty at Dawn
This morning we crunched along between skeletal trees on a carpet of fallen leaves; as the darkness vaporised we spied our neighbour, a Shetland pony, on the horizon. A vision of unbridled joy, she cantered along the boundary inviting Isis to join in her morning frolic. Their interaction was perfectly choreographed. Sometimes a single moment provides perspective for the day ahead.