The Blind Horse

On my way back from the barbershop today, I drove past a field with a single horse in it. He was standing near the fence and the resigned posture and drooping head made him look so sad. I thought I’d wave at him and try to cheer him up. As I drove by, my hand gesticulating at him through the car window, I realized that he had a bag over his head…probably to keep the flies away. So, I found myself waving at a blind horse. Essentially, I made his day and improved his mood, but he was completely unaware of it.