Transparency

I am sitting in one of my favorite places. It is over 60 acres of pasture where an older couple from my church so graciously allows me to keep my horse. On a clear day there is the most beautiful view of the mountain and the skies are so close you can almost touch them. The breeze always seems to be blowing, gently running its fingers over the tall grass. If I wasn't afraid of the spiders I would lay down and go to sleep.
Instead I sit here admiring the plumes of clouds. It seems the only blue among the gray and white is peeking out right above my head. I start to wonder. I think people can see strait through me. I have always desired to be honest and have integrity. So why is it so hard for me to see others in the same light? If they can see through me why can I not see straight through them. Sure God speaks to me about others sometimes, but that is definitely not the norm... Interesting thought.
Why do the dandilions all seem to be circling me? The closest one is about 10 feet away. Why is that bird screaming so loudly? You would think the world was coming to an end.
My horse left me. Got bored with chewing on my hair and rubbing his lips all over my face. I might go follow him. Just the thought of sliding my hand over his soft fur sounds so good right now. I think I am craving touch. Odd.