Today, I drank in the very presence of my horses. I leave tomorrow, and my heart is breaking. I had my sister drop me off by the gate to the field where The Spotted Horse spends his days.
I crossed the field in converse and whistled his whistle. He called back and waited me to approach. I hugged his face in a little bit of a desperation for more time. Together we marched over to the opposing gate where his halter and lead line were and i clipped the halter on his head and looped the lead line around his withers. I hopped up onto his back and he carried me back up the hill to the barn.
I brushed him off and kissed some of his spots as our music whispered out of the speakers of my phone. our time was quiet and we were going to the woods, our place.
his bridle on, saddle absent, again, I hopped up on his back and we went on an adventure. Our last adventure before I had to walk out the barn doors and blow a kiss and pray it to his stall.
We ran, we galloped, we flew. Across the hay field way back behind the barn, the wind chasing us, time chasing us.
It was the first time we used the entire trail, all the rocky slopes and ditches and puddles and branch tunnels bare-back. Totally free.
That’s what I am going to miss. My partner in crime, team mate, dancing partner— my best friend.