Light As A Feather

I hope you have a few minutes.

I don’t know how to tell you that yesterday I sang to a horse in the river. To be clear, the horse was in the river. I was sitting on a rock with my eyes closed contemplating one final nude dip in the sacred water before returning to the United States. When I opened my eyes this is what I saw:

I had full body chills. How do I tell you that three minutes prior when I came down the river and looked across the bank there were no horses…in the water or on the land?