Dia

Those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it

I swept by the other mare and carefully slowed my pace back to something so that I could turn. A gentle, long turn and more strides ate up ground. Sometimes it is wonderful to be so good at running. I smile at Mera and greet her more appropriately with a welcome nicker as I trot back towards her. She was slapped with the sea water and gave a buck. I laugh. To be young like that again… hey wait… I am not that old yet. I can still have some measure of fun. Seriously, don’t look at me like that! I ain’t grey yet and I never will be!

I offered the buckskin a smile.

“Aye Meara!” I called with a smile. “Lol’eh day fer a visi’ doe da beach, eh?” I certainly felt it. Oh yes, it was wonderful. The spring storms had cleared the air for the moment and the weather was tolerable enough to warrant fun by the waters. Honestly, even if it hadn’t been cool enough in the jungle it might have been in the beach. The salty sea wind was always chilling.

“Be’n chasin’ ‘ides ‘oodaye?” I smiled. Sahin had mentioned she was a “tide chaser” I had to wonder what that meant. It sounded like fun. I could use another activity besides galloping around in… shapes. A good running buddy might be appreciated.