Working at a horse farm, I have a bit of an unusual job. I spend all my time outside and work more with animals than people. I used to work the opening shift every Sunday. The weekends are always the busiest. We’re constantly dealing with trail rides and lessons and whatever shenanigans the horses have gotten themselves into. But there’s that moment every morning, just as the sun rises, where everything’s quiet. It’s a nice reminder that even as messy as everything can get, there will always be a moment of peace.