The air - still damp from the early evening rain. Misty and magical. Colors - matted and softly muted.
I thought how they are all so alike..yet each unique and different. The colors of their coats. The subtle variations in body shape and size. The way in which each swings her hips just a little bit differently than another. How each moves at her own pace..following a path that is only hers.
Like you. Like me.
There they were - simply..easily dotting the meadows. Quietly grazing. Like women everywhere in this world. Gathering sustenance.
Each and everyone an individual..and yet - we are all so much the same.