As beautiful and obscure as the sky was on yet another day outside Dawson Creek I must say that what grips me the most is the horses. Well, one particular horse that was said to be blind. I can't imagine what that would be like for a human, let alone a horse. It found its way to the hay and that was good enough. Sometimes in our quest for a livelihood we need look up to behold the beauty above. Never again, I say. Never again