The Horse Was Not Alone
The horse came back alone, just the way he had many times. It all started years ago when my daily commute took me over a reservoir then uphill past a farm with rolling hills. Many times when I made my daily morning and even commutes there would be a lone horse standing in the corner watching me go by.
Strange as it may seem, If I was early he might not be there. If I was just a couple of minutes early he would be coming across the field towards the corner, almost a quarter of a mile. It was if he was coming to see me go by. So more than once I stopped my old classic British Sports-Car, a green Triumph TR3, and talked to the horse. We became friends. I thought he was an old horse and felt sorry for him, he had old-looking hair – sort of Salt and Pepper and looked like he was just waiting for the ‘glue-factory’.
But every day The Horse Came Back Alone. This happened for a few years, then just before I changed my job he wasn’t there for a couple of weeks. Thinking the worse had happened to him I was surprised when one afternoon he was standing at his usual spot. But he was not alone.
This time he was joined by one smaller horse. Between them, a small colt. And I really felt that there was a huge proud smile on his face, “This is my family!”