I could see her approaching from a distance. I could tell she had grace to adorn her beauty. She was a proud site against the morning sun. She gave all that wanted to see a proud prance as she entered the foam of the sea... Children approached as she paraded along the shore. Her master gentle on the reigns to let her explore. What a site to behold as she came closer and her beauty to unfold.
She approached like a warrior and nodded as if to say, good day my admirers are you enjoying your day. I asked her master if I my approach. "She would love your attention, she is just spoiled that way", her master had to say...stood about sixteen hands tall I would guess. It did not matter, for she stood above all the rest. I stroked her mane that special day. I heard her breath, the sound of her teeth on her bits, and her smell brought back fond memories of a younger day...I saw her ears point to the air, I saw her dark eyes like a maiden fair.
In that brief moment I smelled her essence and sensed her grace and goodness to a master for keep. I thanked her master that let me approach and I bowed to the beauty as she pranced into the sea...
Her name was Stormy...
Ego...my friends call me Doc
