Another Rolling Red Horse

  

Nearly one year ago, something remarkable happened that I will never forget. I came face to face with A Boy Named Ruby. 

Last week, I had a similar encounter with yet another red horse. I have given him the name 

Cimarrón.

Here is a moment by moment procession of our “join up.”

Cimarrón and all his beauties. 

 

As his band moves on, Cimarrón lays down. 

I am less than twenty feet from this stallion. 

The roll.

The shake.

The look.

He does a slight frolic dance and mane toss.

Catching up with his band.

I watch as they all walk away. 

I bow my head in gratitude. 

Experiences like these make my life richer.