Dawn picks out the incredible yellows of the meadow and it shimmers as though on fire.
Speedy, who has seen many a storm, calmly picks her way along familiar paths.
Flank on to the rising sun, she allows it to warm her on this radiant morning.
There is a great wisdom in this old horse.
Even at the height of the tempest, she stood, peacefully, facing away from the driving rain.
Still and Buddha like, there was no resisting, just a graceful acceptance of all that is.
That same grace pervades every movement across this meadow, for her there is only the golden present.
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