I love to watch them run. So free, so wild.......... so happy. As I sit in my chair, I can see them. I can see the rolling hills, the vibrant colors of the wild flowers spread like a blanket over the meadows. I see the majestic oak trees standing tall and grand at the edge of the forest. And then I see them, the horses. They gallop over the crest of a hill, as if there were no tomorrow, they run not for sport but for the joy of the feeling of freedom. They gallop through the meadows, manes flying, hooves thudding on the ground. Leading the herd is the most magnificent, black stallion I have ever seen. He leads them as he was born to do, with great care and respect. I can see it on his face how he cares for these beautiful animals. He leads them towards the forest. They charge across the meadow and then they are gone, and I am once again alone.