Dreams of Horses

Mystic

8x8 canvas available at Lancaster Art

 The thunder starts in the distance waking Tonka and I. It grows closer, the thunder of hooves. The herd  circles the tepee, whinny, snort and take off galloping to the distant hill. The thundering hooves move closer again, this time they circle the tepee and stop.

I sleep again to the sound of grazing and dream of horses.