
Let me first say that the basin does NOT look like this currently/anymore. 🙂 This was a few mornings ago under about 3 inches of fresh snow. Much of it has melted, except on north-facing or other shadowed slopes and arroyo walls. So I hope you also don’t mind some more pix of snow-ponies because I took a great many that day!
This is Mariah, looking at another band from her location down in a little drainage between … not ridges, really, but places of higher ground. Clouds were still swirling, and the sun had yet not managed to clear them into the blue sky we’ve had since.
You know, it’s a crazy phenomenon: I could feel the cold – and it was *sharp* – on my walk out to the horses, but while I was WITH the horses – even before the sun made its appearance and I realized I hadn’t even thought about sunscreen with the shine so warm on my cheeks – I didn’t feel it at all. I was standing, sitting, stretched out on my belly – in 3 inches of snow!
I consciously noted how cold I was before I got to them.
I consciously noted how NOT-COLD I was when I was with them.
And it’s not the first time (and I know it won’t be the last). There is that weird (wonderful) bubble of … all-rightness? … that comes with being in their presence.
Do you ever lose track of how hot or cold or windy or still it is when you’re immersed in nature/something/somewhere you love? Do you *realize* you’ve lost track of any of that? Like an awareness you just can’t explain. Part of the magic, I guess. 🙂















