sometimes the wisest direction is the one chosen by the wind
horses
drawings like horse dreams — strange, quiet and slightly sad. your hoof votes [neigh!] when you love it. [snore!] appears if the magic fades (or if you get distracted by a squirrel).
where grey clouds touch.
a gentle conversation of mane and soul.
minimal surface, maximum internal weather.
weighing possibility against height, pondering without spectacle.