chilly evening

It’s a chilly evening. A soft breeze through my hair. I tuck my hands into my pockets as i walk down the ruff wood stairs out of the house. It’s a perfect night for a photo. I walk over to the horse pen. I open the cold metal gate my hands shivering.I walk through the pen over to the bale. The horses come to greet me. All of them except for jorja. I look around and find her in the corner. walk to her and it was just the perfect moment for a picture. I know now that you don’t have to look for a good photo a good photo comes to you. Love Ella