Summertime..twenty-seven years later...

and, the later part is the part that is bewildering. The time passing, the spirit soaring and the never-ending goodness & loving. Love, a word defining that jeux de vie, the energy & pulse of living...& the spirit remains the same. Time passing..or not at all; standing & being. It is perplexing...but it is good.

Watching two horses, one white-one mocha. Both large & yes, sinewy..with tails whipping the crisp August air. They position themselves, head-to-tail and stand firm, the sensuality of the muscles and the tails-movement; the heads held high..& the closeness of their bodies...mesmerized me.