The fog is thick and the moisture just hangs in the air. I swear that you collect droplets as I walk to the pasture to call the horses for breakfast.
In no particular hurry, they walk up the long hill taking strides that should shake the ground they are so deliberate.
I love the grey horses and the foggy morning and the light just enough to catch the motion.
It is a peaceful beginning to Sunday morning and it gives one appreciation for the simplicity of the animals, the quiet of the fog and the time to reflect on how lucky we truly are.
