bucolic – etikser

Freedom.

When it happens in nature, it comes with a visual, doesn’t it? A kite free-floating high above the waves of the ocean. A bird circling the open sky on a summer morning.

But this September evening, cool, not-quite misty, it’s a different visual, a visual grounded in green earthy tones, not a sight from above, and a blue, cloudless sky. It’s a horse out to pasture, hardly bound in its spacious domain. There are other horses too, not far, grazing in their own space. A well-kept barn, a place of refuge for when they choose to escape the elements. And a caring human who brings feed every day, who calls a vet when it’s needed. When I look out at this bucolic moment, the essence is in the breadth, and in the expanse. I hear the gentle whisper, I feel the tug, and see the soothing visual…freedom.

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