Description
A cow walks through the field, each step slow and steady. Its body moves with quiet rhythm, muscles shifting beneath a thick hide. The ground is dry in places, dotted with scattered weeds and uneven patches. Nothing crowds the space. The sky above is wide, the land stretching far in all directions. Dust clings lightly to its legs as it moves forward. There’s no hurry, no sign of interruption. It walks on, shaped by habit and time, grounded in the silence of open land that asks nothing more than presence.
