She, or he, was a beauty, the kind of horse you connect with immediately. She let me stroke her head and just looked at me. I looked right back into those stunning dark eyes and wished she was mine. She did the same, or at least that's what I like to think. It was only a minute or two, but it's a moment I will always remember because she was mine for a time, however short it was. Sometimes certain minutes in your life end up being the ones you treasure and hold on to, ...this was one of those.
I did not get pictures of her, and may not even remember where I saw her, to go back. Here is another beauty that looks similar. She was a little darker than this one, and wore no bridal. There was a worn area on the fence she kept gnawing at, and I know she was telling me she wanted to escape and run in a meadow full of summer.
She was very similar in color of this gorgeous girl.
I am smitten. I hope to go back and visit her.
Girls and their horses should be together.