A long winter's walk, perfectly still and blue-skyed in a way only brutal cold produces. Coggeshall Farm, in Bristol, RI, where I feel it is destiny for me to work as a docent in period garb.
The creatures of the field sun themselves; they're no fools.
They know it's best to enjoy the field without petty conflicts -- a flock of sheep, two bulls, a cow, a donkey, all in the same field sunning.
Perhaps it's the view from this field -- restorative, no?