Wednesday November 16 2011
Gone a week. Return late. Dark.
I can't wait for morning. I hike out into the pasture, feeling my way by my feet, listening for the herd.
I can barely make out outlines of dark furry bodies around the hay feeder. They probably cock an ear hearing my voice, but they keep eating.
All but one.
A white blaze glowing by faint starlight appears out of the blackness.
My horse has stopped his eating to come up to me, for hugs, smooches and scratches.
Stormy loves me. I have been missed : )
(Pictures are from this evening... Stormy is still following me around : )