Getting There

Recently saw this critter making it’s way across the road.

He pulled in his handsome painted face and claws when I tried to take his portrait, and refused to move from his quite vulnerable position in the roadway.

Thinking it best for all involved, I got back into my vehicle and pulled away slowly watching him cross the road in my rear view mirror.

Horses in meadow

On the first clear day in several, on the way from car to back door, my glance was drawn through withered pear tree branches.

A familiar motion of far away lazy tail betrayed horses, apparitions, flashing brilliant white, deep in distant swollen green freshening meadow.

Habitually turning toward home, thinking not much of noticing the horses in their pasture, in a very few steps I realize it’s been many many years since horses pastured here. 

 

How much different can heaven be?