I Love my Horse.

It's a cold, overcast afternoon. I go outside all bundled up, yet somehow the cold still gets to me. I catch my horse and put on her bridle. After picking out her muddy feet, I climb on her back and ride off. Her fuzzy winter coat and long black mane are soft on my cold hands. A few times around and her warm belly warms me up. I can see the setting sun peek through the grey clouds. When I get off, my horse breathes her warm, sweet breath on my neck; so I give her a peppermint. Now the sun has set and the wind is picking up, but she is there, to offer a comforting hug against the winter cold.