Sunday Driving

I always find myself watching the horses from the window as we drive. When we see some close to the road, you pull over and let me go say hello. l pinch off alfalfa and tender white clover as I walk towards them, an offering in exchange for allowing me to share their space. There is a dapple-gray horse and when she watches me, her dark eyes melt my heart in an instant. The full blown prairie sky is above, with feathery cirrus clouds punctuating that beautiful blue. We are lost in a moment. The sun is so warm on my body and I feel your hand in mine. You pull me close for a moment before we turn back.

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