Kinds of Honey

Here is the short, quiet moment of the morning. The first thing to see, on one of those days when the horses are greeting the day’s first light out in their runs, or standing sleepily in their stalls, and haven’t yet realized I have arrived. Soon they will notice my footsteps, or the sound of bales being lifted into wheelbarrows, and faces will come poking out from between the bars. Some of the horses will nod and toss their heads with gusto. Hello! Hurry up! Others will whinny or nicker until their hay or grain is placed in front of them. I always wonder if this is happiness or eagerness or impatience, and it is likely all three. We are hungry! It’s time for breakfast!