RHYTHM OF CERTAINTY / A HORSE'S REST AND TRUST

Warm skin and breath steaming the air into thickness.
Rough winter whiskers tickling me and the nimble movement of nostrils,
like a rhythm of certainty.
His broken white blaze gleaming in the dark. Green smell of hay, moss and mud.
It was a moment, where I could do nothing but wait.
I felt his authority and I knew I had been given his trust.
For he kept on sleeping, sleeping for a moment or so.

Rhythm of Certainty Stills from video © Anna Hillbom 2015