October 17, 2018

Salento Beneath the Clouds of Cocora Valley

A horse begins to neigh. Its thick brown mane blew madly in the wind. Its hind legs tapped anxiously along the muddy road. A man in a simple plaid shirt and some rubber rainboots gently pats it on the forehead before leading it towards a small wooden stable that sat quietly at the foothill, before a greying sky.