Under the Open Sky

[Duke of Donut]

The thunder of hooves is what stirred him. The nose nuzzling him to his feet was what urged him upward. He was running, then, running and leaping and bounding across rough dirt and through tall grass.

The sun bore down over them, but it was a part of life, unnecessary and unimportant in their task. The herd moved as one, bounding across the land, racing one another to their next destination.

He looked to the side, to a reflection of himself, and then looked upward at the Sun, the Clouds, the birds, the whole of the open sky above them.

And he, under the open sky, ran alone to the horizon.

What waited there, for him?