Autumn comes, but summer lingers.
Here and there gleams a yellow leaf, but green is still the triumphant colour, and the days have all the warmth of summer till the equinoctial winds have blown.

I meet these two horses every time I walk along the field where they usually live.
I don't know anything about horses, but these two are, in a way, part of the familiar landscape of my morning walks.
Sometimes they eat with the calm concentration of the grazing animals, their heads down, elegantly ignoring everything that happens around them.
Other times they stand motionless, close to each other, like equestrian monuments without a rider. The first morning sun envelops them in a golden halo.

Who knows if they notice it? Who knows what makes a horse choose to do what they do?
Unaware of what too often troubles us humans, these two horses stand out in the morning, bearers of their unknown truth.