Time stands still in the star laden night. The moon shines down upon the soft white covering of snow while the horses breathe steam into the cold, frosty air. A stillness pervades that transcends the conscious mind – to deep within the soul where spirit resides. A soft nibble on the coat sleeve and a furry nudge upon the brow — what better greeting to the New Year than to share with equine friends and mates. Time stands still in the star laden night.