Palomino - Cirrus Parfum

Mid-morning in late September we were riding out to take a look at your mother’s land. It had rained late night and the warming air was heavy and aromatic. The ground was covered in a mix of damp dried grasses, sage brush, and cactus. The horse you had lent me was a young and calmly rebellious palomino. He shifted his weight slowly onto a hoof he had placed on my right boot. Was he testing me?