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.
