Tessa set off at a leisurely pace and jogged her way through the wood. She followed her favorite trail. It’s length heavily shaded by Banyan trees.
The sun peeked through the branches illuminating her way. Birds nesting high in the trees called out as she passed by and she watched as multicolored butterflies danced about; flitting from plant to plant.
The buzz of a cicada started, then stopped, then started again. That’s when she heard it, that familiar sound. She broke into a canter and headed for home.
Galloping in only moments after her arrival, Trouble joined her at the trough. It was feeding time at Legacy Stables.