I’ve seen ponies and donkeys, have driven past farms with horses and cows in the suburbs surrounding Atlanta, but until today I had never seen a horse up close. Until today, I had never touched a horse. I was mesmerized and felt at peace. What is it about horses that can affect a person in this way? Their gaze? Their grace?
This one is an eight year-old male named Toffy. He works at Medieval Times. When he is thirteen or fourteen years-old and reaching retirement age, he will be relocated to a gigantic ranch in Texas….according to his “handler.”
I don’t know his name but I really wanted to braid his hair. I believe he said it took four years to grow his hair out long enough to touch his clavicle.
It was a good day.