"Wait a horse is coming down the hill... no, it's a whole herd!"
They were charging down through the Junipers to the water hole, no zig zagging, no hesitation, just straight, fearlessly to water.
|Then his head popped up just as a big gust of cold wind swirled up the dust... and the thunder roared!|
|He came straight up to get a better look, we were downwind of them so they had only sight guiding them. His sons followed closely...|
|He is so on purpose, so powerful, the air seemed to crackle with his vibrant energy... and the thunder roared above us.|
|He stopped to get one more look at me leaning against a Juniper because my legs were no longer able to hold me up.|
|and then it was time to go. His attention now split between me and the pickup. He circled around again as his family proceeded up the hill.|
The realization of how not alive I am, by comparison, hit me hard.