Horses running Wild
When I was a young girl I lived near a stud, and in spring me and my father used to watch the horses galloping out of their stables, enjoying the open land and the green grass. They had left the boundaries of the stables. Of course they had some boundaries now, too – the land on which they ran was fenced in. But they seemed to enjoy their new freedom more than they seemed to mind the fences.
Sometimes I think I could learn from those horses – enjoy the freedom I have and not think of the boundaries so much. As I am writing this on a beautiful Sunday, I look out of the window and see a blue sky. I will enjoy my free time and take the liberty to have a walk, and maybe later, a latte macchiato, sitting outside. I will not think about the beginning of the work week tomorrow.