Wild Ponies II

Sometimes, you spot the herd from the road.

I never understand people that drive these curvy roads so fast, you miss so much.

A small fragment of the main herd. A morning soak in the sun, how wise the wild ones are. No need to be told of self care. Nature is a harsh, yet benevolent mentor. The wise, wild ones listen and know.

What a blessing to soak in their tutelage.