The horses are a rough bunch. Most of them are covered in scars, some of them limp from past accidents and one of them is missing an eye. Their bellies are swollen from the ever constant grazing. They fight fiercely and often. It is a tough life. There are times though, when the sun is setting on a lake and the eagles start fishing and the ducks come in to settle, when they appear completely content. I think what attracts me to them is that they live outside of the life that is expected of them. They live by their own rules, they are mostly free and able to do what they like and they survive. The cost of this is insignificant compared to the moments of pure peace they experience. I like and identify with their wildness. I aspire to be free. I am willing to pay the price.