Life was simple then. Frolicking and carefree, there were no bonds of servitude or expectations of grandeur. But my how things change. In but the blink of an eye we can roam a thousand miles, or journey a thousand leagues. In the moment of his realization, everything became clear, and a blur. Everything held still, and moved with a fierce sense of urgency.
The young stallion let his hooves fall slowly, rhythmically upon the soft, trodden ground. The morning dew buffering the only place where he met the earth, nature's way of saying, "You're Here.". His proud form slowly made it's way into the meadow, the slow and steady exhale of his breathe fell upon the land like the morning fogs he had grown accustomed to in his youth.
But the days of youth were gone from his mind, and his hues gazed upon the land with new intention, new poise. He knew that history wasn't written, it was made.
PRUOR
What We Do In Life, Echoes In Eternity.