Rose sat very quietly in the early morning mist listening to the air around her. It was almost noiseless except for her own breath and the snorting and stomping of the mare beneath her.
She reached down to pat the horse and whispered, “Good girl, just give me a minute, ok?”
The girl recalled all of the sounds and smells from the last time she was here.
The memories were still there.
It was the last early morning ride Rose would have with her mom before she was killed in an accident 2 days later.