The red mare and I went out for one of our old lady walks this afternoon. It was just the two of us and everything was peaceful and still. And, looking to the south, I saw the One Beautiful Thing: the light over the hill, in its singing shades of lilac and gold and blue.
I sometimes think how lovely it would be to be a painter, because painters can capture the sky, and the light. I can't quite get it in words and the camera can't quite reflect it either.
The red mare and I stared at it for quite a long time. Then we looked at each other and walked on, carrying the beauty with us.