Horses have always provided an escape for me. When the world is too loud, too scary, too oppressive, I have run to them. I’ve laid in the grass with them, clung to their manes, snuck off with them into orange groves, and watched the sun come up while braiding their forelocks. In my weakest moments, they remind how to be brave. And today, this week, this year, I need that reminder. Maybe you do too.