I've heard stories of the wild horses in the backcountry on the New Mexico/Colorado border.
Today, for the first time, I saw them.
There they were, on the horizon. A small band of the wild horses I've heard so much about.
We drove cautiously across the desert, watching the horses, gauging their reaction to the truck. When the horses stopped to watch, I got out and walked as close as I could. They wanted none of that and moved away from me.
Horses and woman stood, watched, and waited. Eventually I walked back to the truck and we drove off, only to find another small herd a little later. These horses didn't mind that I walked right up to them. They stopped, mildly curious, and then continued on across the desert.
As I turned away, I silently thanked the horses for allowing me to witness a moment in their lives.