We were away from horses for a pretty good spell, our own horses that is. So it was a delight when one morning I took my coffee out on our Nebraska friends’ front porch and watched the horses across the road in the morning sunrise. At first I was tempted to walk across the gravel road and visit over the fence. But then there’s a lot to be said for a more passive approach. Instead of interacting, sometimes it’s cool to just sit and be a spectator. I’m reminded of a Yogi Berra-ism, “you can observe a lot by watching.” Instead of judging their conformation or analyzing their gaits, I was just enjoying the beauty of the sunlight reflecting off of their coppery coats. It was calming to watch their fluid economy of movement as they strolled around the pasture without the anxiety of being directed by humans.The morning passed gently and slowly. I began to think about how and why I do some of the things I do with our equine brethren. Now I see the rightness of a statement by my old friend Ramon Becerra, a wondrous Horseman and trainer in Santa Ynez, California “Glenn, I no work horses anymore… I just play with them.”