Tomorrow I’m going back. Not to ride. Just to sit on that fence.
Today was entry number 22. I didn’t know that when I woke up. I just knew the air smelled like frost and hay, and the barn was calling my name. emily's diary horse 22
Then he did something that made my heart stop. He leaned his head against my shoulder. Full weight. Trust. Tomorrow I’m going back
It was Storm , the 22-year-old ex-show jumper that everyone says is “retired to pasture.” Everyone says he’s grumpy. Everyone says don’t bother. “Are you lonely too
October 26th
I whispered, “Are you lonely too, big guy?”