Heads down. Climbing. Climbing. Climbing. Hooves plodding on rock in endless slow motion unbridled by thought. Perhaps they know the path with its up and downs only too well, save for one who missteps – or maybe not. Standing on a cliff where tree roots stubbornly hold on in their restless reach for the sun, one lone horse soulfully searches the endless rocky horizon and sky, clearly “hawing at the heavens.”