I didn't ride today. It was 103 and muggy with smoke from nearby fires. Today I let Major just be. And remembered five years ago when I brought home a too young, too tall bay gelding, with one white foot and a funny blaze with a spot.
He's still too tall, and far from perfect, but he's mine, all his faults...OUR faults, and good things too.
He was just happy to be turned out for a bit in the overgrown pasture. I don't think his head ever lifted, except when I whistled.
In some stories he'd whinny and come running out of love for me. The love for grass won out, he looked at me and put his head back down. And that's ok. That's my Major.