Things I didn't want to disappear
Horses, wildlife,
and real life.
A long field at dusk. I almost didn't stop.
The stable, early morning. Before anything happens.
That particular stillness. The one you have to wait for.
Late light. The kind that only lasts a few minutes.
Movement I didn't ask for. Which is usually how the best ones happen.
The last of the light. The end of something good.
A fox, not bothered. Just existing.
Half-hidden. The way most wild things prefer to be.
Deep in the trees. The light barely reached.
Something in the air above the field. Gone before I could check.
Slow and unbothered. I sat with it for a while.
Early morning. The kind of quiet that belongs only to them.
Trust. You can see it, if you wait long enough.
They'd been together years. You could tell.
The hour when everything softens. I try to always be outside for it.
Where sky and land meet and there's nothing else.
Still and quiet. Just how I like it.
Autumn. Unhurried. Exactly right.
Something worth holding onto.