Vodka

[raindropsfly]

The evening sun glistened on his slick golden coat as he wondered across the open plain searching for nothing in particular. The swift movements of his hoofs breezed over the grass that flowed in the wind. Pushing with every stride Vodka gives off the impression that he floats in the air. His mane and tail radiates the beams of the sun as each strand simultaneously moves to the rhythm of his bodice. Becoming frisky he starts to canter framing every muscle as they move. As if fighting with the wind his creme colored locks battle every swish of the wind. His powerful legs disturbs the turfs peaceful serenity with every jolt. Making it sound as if a storm was approaching. Vodka suddenly catches a glimpse of an open field that seems to have endless amounts of grass to devour on. Throwing his legs under himself while locking both knees forming a reining halt. He wonders if this land has been taken by a stallion or is just land that is for all who comes by. He raises his head and perks his ears in the direction of the sweet land before him making sure that no other horses are there. Hearing no sound he throws his bodice towards the land and brilliantly trots towards the open area. Vodka finds a comfortable tree to stand under and rests there.