Wild hearts can't be broken

Yesterday, when temperatures in Maine rose a dozen degrees and the wind took a much-needed rest, I went for a run outside. It was a bad run. I was sad to find that I'd lost a lot of strength and stamina over the winter. At the peak of my self-pity, I jogged past a farm where two white horses were standing side-by-side in the snow. Oh. This will be okay, then, I thought. I wish I'd had my camera, but maybe you had to be there.