Whole Heart, Whole Horse

Whole Heart, Whole Horse
Within the sound of once vibrant trees shaking, a dull sound grows. It grows more rhythmic. The navy lead in the palms of my frozen hand forces my mind out of a daze. As my head rises, a hoof beat thunders around the black wall that encloses us together. As The bay gelding gives out a loud snort, his warm breath is shown from the chilly morning.I watch the geldings body closely. In the corner of his dark eye, he watches my movements as I do the same. His long, strong, and powerful legs cause his body to rise into steady canter. Within the darkness over us his beautiful bay coat shines...