That little speck of black to the left of the tree is Jordan, the horse Peanut's in the process of bringing in to ride. You can barely make out Peanut as a separate form. The air is perfectly crisp.
This is our escape. We are minutes from home and life and reality and it's all okay here. It's all fresh air, beauty, simple, and right. Each week we get this gift. We are so very blessed. So. Very. Blessed.
And still, we miss him.