The Power of the Horse
It’s raining softly, although, the drops are heavy, and, just like that, my imagination runs wild as thoughts of them fill my head. I’m gone, yet again. The solitude of raindrops hitting a metal roof … but no … it’s a herd of horses trotting home, their hoof beats on the road to our hearts.
I watch them arrive, their coloured coats glistening, their spirited, but delicate natures flooding my very being. The beating of my heart speeds up in
