As I looked at this photo, I couldn't help but wonder if we are... at times, like the horse tethered to the weather vane. Do we gaze into an incredible unknown fantasizing about flight? Do we miss the feel of damp grass beneath our feet or warm mud between our toes as we imagine the delight of floating into some great unknown?
Or could it be that the security of the tether is what makes the dreams possible?
I'm learning to question, knowing that the answers are already mine.