but she’s thinking that this is one experience she’ll keep close to the hip for a day or two. however long it takes to get some distance from it.
(of course there’s a paradox)
because even a month ago, i would’ve been over the moon to know that a horse awaited my arrival out at the barn. it doesn’t matter how difficult, headstrong, disrespectful, and prone to bolting that horse might be. she’s there, and i should be, too.
