Horsey! Horsey!! Someone on Twitter said that anyone who passes horses in a field while driving and doesn't yell out "horsey" (at least in their heads) is some kind of psychopath. I have to agree. There is a horse stable I pass regularly near my house and I can't help exclaiming my delight at seeing them, even if I'm alone and no matter my mood. You'd have to be pretty down in the dumps not be a little thrilled with these animals. Why is that? It must be related to childhood and dreams of cowboys and freedom and all that. They almost look as if they were conceived by a child, their proportions slightly off, a rounded belly and spindly legs. And eyes that look almost eerily human. Look at this handsome devil. There are depictions of horses all over Saratoga Springs, which has a legendary racing track. This one is probably a famous thoroughbred that had a glorious racing career. But for me it was just a welcome site when I visited the bathroom after a very generously poured bourbon in a strange town where I knew no one. Horsey.