Velvet's Dark Embrace

Velvet was blackness you could touch. A Morgan mare with a coat so deep and glossy it looked wet, she was impossible to photograph—light just disappeared into her. She had a fine, elegant head and a compact, powerful body. But her most remarkable feature was her temperament: velvety soft. She loved people, leaning into scratches and following her favorite humans like a large, elegant dog. Her nicker was a soft, welcoming sound. The barn feels less warm without her dark, shiny presence at the gate every evening, less complete without the feel of her sleek coat under my hand.