I like how the wind blows through her mane. The gulf wind was warmed by the sunshine but only until clouds intruded. Dishes were washed and put away and what was left of dessert remain on a pie plate while the horses inspected my hands for remnants of apple peel. Mickey dog positioned himself on the porch tired from the walk to the back gate and across the playground where the horses graze on these lazy Sundays. A little boy eagerly reached up to pat the soft velvety muzzle of the mare.