When sunlight fading kissing skin soft and warm.  With gentle breeze brushing through silk stroked hair we embraced the time as one.  No agenda to be had and the expectations none, we dreamt and we played.  The heart soars when light and dust and dirt collide, when childhood play stands unencumbered.  These three.  Our three.  Full of life and light, salt and pepper, there with wide-eyed amazement as girl’s and their horses lavished longing and love for that so powerful and mighty.  We saw their souls deep longing, their souls truest self in that golden light and it was just lovely.