A question of focus
We go out like he almost begged to after what just seemed like hysterics.
“I’ll ride this one,” he says seriously on seeing my gaze rest on Serendipity’s tag.
Serendipity“Seems real sweet”.
If you had to choose a sensation of a horse, she’d have been my first choice, with that white coat with slight grey dots giving her a certain look. It almost seems like the horses out of fairy tales.
“If we get more opportunities, you’ll get to know her”.
He says nothing more as he harnesses and readies her. He then saddles Cotton for me, ensuring the stirrups are right for my height.
Nice little shows of attention, only should I maybe tell him I’ve never ridden a horse before? Or maybe he already figured that out on his own because he doesn’t stop making sure I know what I
