I was thinking in terms of ‘I'm golden’ when I named this piece. By Golden I mean that the horse is thinking ‘All is right with me and the world. The sun is shining, there's food to eat, freedom to relish, friendship and companionship within the herd and a sense of well-being and joy.’ The horse has become, in my mind's eye, a wild horse, probably in the high meadows as the snow melts and as new grass springs forth. He's golden . . . . - JL