I know exactly what you mean, OP. Sometimes I'll wrap my arms around Smoke's neck, and he'll close his eyes, and we'll just stand together in the sunshine. It is moments like that when the world melts away and all that's real is the bond between human and horse... It really is spiritual.
I'm glad you have such loving companions to keep you company in your times of need!
We drink to our youth, to the days come and gone; for the age of oppression is now nearly done.
Last edited by arrowsaway; 03-07-2012 at 10:27 PM.