Cold.
Quiet.
You could feel the stillness in the air.
A majestic atmosphere.
The whole scene backlit by golden light.
No deadlines.
No noise.
A bunch of horses around.
Me?
I was right there.
Free.
Watching the light.
Watching those horses move, thinking how peaceful their lives must be.
That’s the shot.
That’s the story.
Because sometimes, the world rushes by…
