Cookie? I am back.
Fantastic. She remembers me and was her generous, kind, sweet self all morning. Perhaps absence does make the heart, fonder.
The sheer physicality of riding a horse correctly is in itself, intoxicating. But when one finally strikes up a conversation and can hear the horse speak back? Everything fades away, and all that remains is the feeling of music, of flight.
What makes an animal so much more powerful than me, decide to snuggle, lean her large head over my shoulder, exhale with shut eyes, pleasure?
The carrots have been consumed. Yet, she continues to lean in, close. Ah, friendship!
Back in Blighty and Cookie reminds me that friendship needs persistent care, patience, the passing of time. How much the richer we all are, with friends.