A love letter to my horse:


On that solemn praire where the wind sings and the sunset sways, where the branches of her trees are dancing with the rhythms of the earth, stands a mystery, tall and proud. His name: Enigma.

We have conquered sunsets, carved new valleys, chasing down the edge of all we know. With each gallop I have learned true freedom, and what it means to love myself as I am.

Oh that solemn prairie where my dreams are woven, carved deep in its trails, marked by footprints I left there, my noble friend, my Enigma, will be found.