It was late autumn.The leaves on the trees were melting into the warm hues of reds and yellows that crinkled into brown,and curled up at the ends. iwas standing just outside my stable in the early hours of dawn,drinking in the warmth of the sun. there was a cool breeze that brushed gently through my glossy black fur, stirring the grass that tickled my knees.John,

to be contined…