11/03/2026
The rain had left the field, the air felt newly washed. Horses stood quietly in the grass, chewing slowly, as if they had all the time in the world. Above them, one end of a rainbow stretched across the sky—soft, almost shy.
One horse lifted it's head for a moment, as if looking toward the colors. The other kept grazing, calm and unbothered. Neither of them expected the rainbow to stay.
In that quiet field, there was peace—not because everything was perfect, but because nothing was forced. The horses trusted the moment: the grass beneath them, the sky above them, the calm between them.
The rainbow slowly faded, as rainbows always do. But the peace remained, resting gently in the field, asking for nothing and expecting nothing in return.
