Coldblood.
When I first saw you, you were slowly lapping up water hidden by a trees dark
shadow.
Beautiful. With your long sweeping main and tail.
No one dares to ride such beauty, but I do.
Then I’m there. Bouncing up and down on the saddle as she gallops up the trail.
The wind soaring through my hair.
Coldblood horse.
Tell me your secret.
-Kallie Mason