Letter 12 – The Horses by the River
Garrett,
The other day I was walking Koda by the river. Walking Koda is a good time to think about you and talk to you in my mind. I don’t usually get very far in the conversation, mostly because as soon as I think of you the grief creeps in and I drop into the well of missing you.
Koda and I were down by the river and I was throwing a ball into the water. It was a beautiful, sunny day. The bank on the other side was mostly wild grasses and some trees. Uninhabited, as far as I could tell. I stood there throwing the ball for Koda and I heard the neighing of a horse.
As I watched I saw three horses step out of the grass and come down to the water. It was a magical moment and I thought to myself, the world has so much beauty in it, and I wish you were here to see it. This is a beautiful place and I so wish you were here to experience it.
