Library of Sounds

Again the early-morning sun was generous with its warmth.  
All the sounds dear to a horseman were around me - 
the snort of the horses as they cleared their throats, 
the gentle swish of their tails, the tinkle of irons as we flung the saddles over their backs - 
little sounds of no importance, 
but they stay in the unconscious library of memory.
  ~~Wynford Vaughan-Thomas

When we had our horses,
one of the things i always anticipated was the nicker I heard as I pushed back the bolt on the barn door.
They would slowly move in their bedding toward their feed buckets knowing that breakfast was coming, along with a hug around their warm necks...
~Nancy ~ 28/365