Boca de soledad March 2013
I am pony deprived, which means there are horses in my nighttime dreams and I daydream about spending time in Ireland with Gina and her ever-growing herd of ever-bigger horses, or with Jilli somewhere, doing a photo project, or even going back to Paradise Valley to tag along with Rachel’s pony life.
That’s how much I miss them, and miss my beautiful white boy most of all. Brings a tear, and I can’t WAIT to see him. Going up in early June probably.
I don’t expect him to be demonstrative, and I don’t need him to be. I just want to know that he is happy, and see him, and have a moment with him.
This is Nicholas in shadow, not Apollo.