A group of the cows escape, make their way toward the greener grass of untouched fields, ford the river at its narrow end, well versed in reading the waters, in calmly making their way to more abundant pastures. You think there's a life lesson in the way they move. Someone in upstate New York could charge thousands for the workshop.
You think maybe not everything is about how much money you can squeeze out of something.
A plan begins to arrange itself in your lungs. It sees the eons spread out before you, sees big sky and verdant fields, sees a mind moving like the cows on their great escape - unhurried, with short bursts of elated sprints, curiously following the next patch of grass in the morning sun.
The cows dip their heads in the river, let the cold mountain water rush over their brows. Know only this moment, and maybe the next.
Know everything they need,
to greet it.
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