The Wild Horses Outlast Us Here

Chernobyl isn’t empty. Not really. I saw wild horses picking their way through the ruins, their coats dusty, their eyes unbothered by the silence. They don’t know about the disaster, or maybe they do, in the way animals sense what’s gone wrong and keep moving anyway. Standing there, I realized I was more out of place than they were. The world tells you these places are dead, but life just changes shape. The horses don’t need us. Maybe they never did. I took a photo, then put my phone away. Some things don’t belong on Instagram. #Travel #UnexpectedUkraine #TravelReflections