As if right on schedule, the horse owners take on the steep hill to greet their animals at the end of the day. Catching the last glimpses of light before the sun sets, the horses are approached, with a pet and a snack. The lead is tied. Due to the nature of my house, I have the pleasure of watching the animals graze, run and rest, so when they go it is a signal that the day is almost gone. This particular time, like most other days, I wonder if they prefer it out here or in the confines of their own stables. Is that really home for them? Either way, I take personal comfort in knowing they will be back out there tomorrow, and every day after. The horses and their owners then walk up the track, through the boulders and long grass, and over the hill. I watch their distinct silhouettes as they walk into the setting sun.