Jun 28, 2007

At the barn in the morning

Missy made faces until I smiled, rubbed my nose with hers when I sighed, and let me cry in her mane until all our hair was entangled.

1 comment:

Tai said...

Lovely image. I remember when I was a girl and I was sad, I would put my arms around my horse and feel so comforted by his solid warmth, his scent, his breath. I still recall so vividly how that felt. Thank you for the reminder.