Big View Pasture

At this time of year, when the horses are out in the Big View Pasture on the hillside, I am usually bundled in three layers, a raincoat, and muck boots when I go out to feed them. But I’m always happy to stay awhile. I feel present and alive, listening to the horses munch their hay on a quiet night, the moon gilding the edges of every surface and the stars stretching away forever; or on a stormy afternoon, the low clouds rolling and shifting, pushed incessantly by the wind; or when the rain falls in sheets, pounding the earth, making everything seem close and far all at once.