It is one of my favorite places to drive past. Horse farms with black fencing cradling the grass and framing the beautiful scenery. This time of year the white birds come. They fly in small groups, descending on their choice of feeding ground. Peaceful, unhurried.
It was yesterday, New Year’s Day. As my car came closer to the little flock, they scattered just a little further away and settled once more on the field just beyond me.
Peaceful. Unhurried. A good example of what my attitude should be in the months to come.