Each day on our way to school Sydney and I drive by a horse research facility. Facing the road is a small paddock where we see a horse any time we pass during business hours. One day the horse was small, with black mane and tail and brown-velvet fur. It was a real cutie. Another time we saw a large white horse with black patches and poufy (sorry, I don’t know horse terms for this) white mane, tail, and leggings. If you pass it at the wrong angle it takes an extra second to reconfigure what you see into a recognizable animal. And at other times there are penny-colored, chestnut, and chocolate-silk horses that tower over our little car.
Sometimes I wonder if they put the horses there just to remind us, “Hey, idiot, stop complaining about your work load and pay attention to this!” Kind of a local reality-check and reminder-of-beauty.
Sydney says he thinks it’s a breeding pen. Oh, that too.
Erin
Alan Schmierer