A mini in the 'hood and a sheep in the stall

Well! That was a bit of a leave of absence, wasn't it?

I had to go. I didn’t want to.

I cried for days. How I enjoyed that barn. The window to young horses, and how they’re set on a path to become great horses in the hands of pros who really, really know what they’re doing. The stable’s darkness during winter night check. Obsidian. Shuffling toward the door, you don’t know where your body ends and darkness begins. The other horse girls, each on her own path, for her own reasons.