Horse Girl

As I hiked (walked) through Fryman Canyon this morning, I thought to myself, “I am a horse girl”. Like, I had just figured it out right then. I won’t bore you with the details of my not-uncommon love for horses throughout my life, the horses that I still obsessively draw and paint, and the horse artwork that hangs on the walls of my house. As I wandered on, so did my thoughts, winding through the canyon trail. At the bottom of the canyon, there is a residential neighborhood that you must walk through to get back to the parking lot. I turned a corner and in front of me, walking towards me was a giant, white horse. Then another white horse. Then a brown horse. They were so beautiful and majestic, and so strangely out of place on the suburban street, all on their own, with no human owner in sight. A small crowd of hikers began to gather, and we watched the three horses wander up the street, in awe. I felt a wave of relief come over me. I’ve had an intense week, and this felt like the be…