Sunset Breeze

Warm wind blows past my auburn hair blowing the thin strands away from my face, leaving them standing up in every which direction. Upon the grassy field I stand in close embrace, petting Grace along her silky smooth mane, my hand slipping over the glossy surface running down the length of the great chestnut beauty. She nudges me with her wet black nose and shakes her giant head with a gentle huff to dust herself off, for the dandelion seeds are blowing in the sunset breeze, landing on her in feathery white wisps, tickling her delicate senses. She lets out a loud sneeze and walks towards the trough to gulp down freshwater from the nearest pond.