We found ourselves following a yellow school bus on our route home this afternoon. Our road took us through some nice countryside - farms, stables, that sort of thing.
Stopped in front of a lovely white house with a horse paddock in the side yard, waiting for the resident child to disembark, we saw a beautiful brown horse, running up and down the fence line, prancing in the sun, with mane and tail bouncing with delight as the horse waited for its boy or girl to finally walk up the driveway and be home at last. It reminded me of stories/movies/commercials of a dog waiting at the bus stop for the child to get off the bus.
Soon enough a young girl crossed the road and strode up the driveway, entering the house without even a glance in the direction of the paddock. I felt such sadness for the horse, and hoped the girl was going to hurry into her riding togs, full of impatience herself to get out there to her old friend. We all sighed a disappointed 'awww' and continued on our way home.