Saturday February 16 2013
What goes through his head, I always wonder, when Jose stops on the top of a hill, and looks, and looks. He's not nervous or anxious, like some horses who stop to look at things and who will react: fight or flight.
Jose is looking. He's thinking. I see the minute muscles over his nostrils quivering, spinning, absorbing, his ears swiveling back and forth picking up sounds of birds, wind, distant cows. I can feel the cogs turning in his brain, and the feelings swirling in his soul.
And he doesn't just look at scenery, he appreciates it. He'll stand for 5 minutes on a hill or a ridge and look, study, absorb and think.
I love this horse.
Gawd, I just love this horse.