It is late in the day.The silhouette of my cowboy and his best friend is all I can see against the sunset.They walk slowly enjoying the peace that comes from their comfort with each other.They speak in a way few can understand.There is a trust for each to do their part to take care of each other.A respect, neither one more significant than the other.I suppose in a way I envy their relationship.I often wonder who he would choose if he had the choice to make.But we each have our own place in his life.
