Horsies.

And now for something completely frivolous. No politics or social commentary. But I have been talking about horse nomads (Scythians, Sarmatians, Alans etc), so this short essay on horses in the NYT this morning caught my attention.

I have been riding when my horse suddenly pauses because some detail in the landscape has changed — a fallen branch has been moved aside or a stream bed has gone dry — while I struggle to remember what that detail might have been. A horse’s attention is particular, not abstract or symbolic. It shows in the cant of its ears, the flicker of its eyes, the fluidity or hesitation of its gait.

There's probably a message there for us.