she's blessed with a life full of horses.

The air still. The snow falling lightly. Yet consistent. 

I walk slowly, holding my mittened hand towards them. 

Big heads turn. Voices nicker. A smile.

And slowly the leader comes forward. Followed by the rest. 

Surrounded, the steam from our breathe reaching for the mountains,

A cloud of love. A cluster of kindred spirits.

They appear to like my presence, the many heads reaching for me.

Wanting to be hugged. Wanting more.

And the lonely air lifts leaving me with these.

Equines filling the pieces that were missing this morning. 

The pieces that cried tears. The vacancy of friendships. 

The snow continues to frame my moment. 

A happy emotion slides down my face and throwing my arms,

I laugh, they spook and scatter, but come back for more. 

This herd is mine to love. 

And I am thiers.