Where the Black Horses Roam
While hiking in the mountains, we came across a herd of black horses. They were grazing freely in the open, with no fences or tethers. They were completely wild — their presence felt natural, almost primal, as if they had always been a part of this landscape.
To our surprise, the horses showed no fear. On the contrary — they approached one of us. My friend, with remarkable ease, established a connection with them. He stood still as they came closer and closer, curious but unafraid. For a moment, there was a silent, instinctive communication between them, something beyond words.
