Quiet Time

Well the job is every bit as bad as expected and it exhausts me, so I don't actually do anything at all besides work and sleep and eat and occasionally see Rowan. Tonight I went to see him together with my parents and didn't do anything but sit with him when he was tied up, I am that tired.

He's the sweetest thing sometimes. No matter that often he'll turn away with a sour look if I want to pet him; tonight he laid the side of his nose against my cheek, very gently, and then nodded off. It felt so quietly trusting, so relaxed, I was really touched. There is something magical about that slow, warm breath brushing your cheek. Sometimes my horse knows exactly what can reach me.