I love horses. Just yesterday on my walk with Hali, the horses from the neighboring farm visited us at the fence line. Hali loves horses too. Things I miss in life are those soulful brown eyes. The smell of horse. The connection sometimes they allow us to feel with them. Now, I haven’t had a horse in my life for many years. Where I live and my traveling lifestyle isn’t conducive to horses, but that hasn’t dimmed my adoration of these magnificent animals. I watch and cry my way through horse movies. Read books and enjoy when an author includes them. You see, I grew up with horsey books.
I don’t remember when my fascination began, but I do recall the early years of reading everything I could get my hands on. If you follow me, you may have noticed when I went to Assateague Island National Park last year to see the wild ponies. It was a dream come true.
Nature’s music filled Jordan, and happiness bubbled in her chest. “I’d like to come back here when the leaves are out.”
Michael reined his horse, Jack, up next to her. “Something for us to look forward to.”
“I remember my grandpa’s barn. The smell of horses.” She patted Rose’s neck. “He taught me to ride when I was a young girl.”
“Your grandpa?” Michael blinked, opened his mouth, then shut it.
Her heart ached at his pained expression. “Like I told Olivia, I had a family.”
He scratched his forehead. “I just don’t know what’s taboo and what we can talk about.”
“I’m sorry.” Jordan sighed and pulled the mare to a halt. Bands of regret tightened around her chest. “I’ve made this so hard for you.”
The eggs sizzled in the pan, and Michael stirred them around, then pushed down the toaster button. When everything was finished, he sat back at the table eating while watching the dogs running the fence line in the early dawn. The two horses grazed in the field behind them—a peaceful scene. Dear God, when did his life get so complicated?
I enjoy including things I love into the books. Several of my dogs have made it into the Agent Carters. Fred and Sadie found their way into Rainbow Sprinkles.
Life and art including writing come from withing us. The things we see, hear, or experience. Oh, I included this little video I made. And if you’re interested in the horse from the vid, here’s the website https://pointofviewgifts.com/
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"There's something about the outside of a horse that is good for the inside of a man." - Winston Churchill
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