Bison: The Detour
The herd was running together, one mind with a hundred hooves, until the fence appeared.
Most veered. One didn’t.
He jumped it cleanly, a picture of confidence in motion, while the rest thundered along the inside, still together.
When he realized he was alone, he stopped, turned, and looked at me. For a moment, I thought it was a meaningful glance. It wasn’t. He was trying to rejoin the herd.
Moral: Momentum feels like wisdom until you land on the other side.
Bison: The Detour
The herd was running together, one mind with a hundred hooves, until the fence appeared.
Most veered. One didn’t.
He jumped it cleanly, a picture of confidence in motion, while the rest thundered along the inside, still together.
When he realized he was alone, he stopped, turned, and looked at me. For a moment, I thought it was a meaningful glance. It wasn’t. He was trying to rejoin the herd.
Moral: Momentum feels like wisdom until you land on the other side.