Sitting in the green grass, sun on my back, I watch my horse move his wrinkled nose through the plump, sweet blades. Bliss. His eyes are bright beneath an increasingly gray brow. He is happy, too.
I look up at the cloudless blue sky; a breeze floats across my face. I look back at Stevie, the sun makes his copper coat shine, the breeze sifts through his tail. He looks up from the grass for a moment, his eyes close in the sun. I admire my lovely friend in the quiet afternoon warmth, enjoying the peace of a wordless bond.
He turns to me to make sure I'm still watching, and I smile. I'm sure he smiles back, then lowers his nose into the grass, back to the business of eating.
He knows what's important. Smiling again, I marvel at his courage, his honesty, his loyalty, and his humor as I remember our years together and think that we are finally just learning to be.