palace of winds

Five months ago, give or take a few days, I handed over the leadrope of my first horse, and watched him walk into a trailer and off to his new life.

Yesterday, I saw him again. I’ve spent the last five months searching for his replacement (I rode twenty-five! before finding the new guy) and then getting back to training. From the looks of things, Ev’s spent the last five months in a pile of hay.

Part of it, I’m sure, is that I’ve been looking at Poe’s scrawny, tragic no-neck for the last three months — but Everett’s is looking particularly chunky. I’m very excited to hop on next week and see how much I’ve forgotten about how he goes.