A place of peace

Casey and I had a tradition every night of the 4th of July holiday that fireworks were around the community. we would hike to his Hill to enjoy the fireworks together. I know that sounds odd for a for a horse to like fireworks, but it's true I would watch them start to come up and point with my finger and he would raise his head until they would burst in the air. this is a place of memory and heartache for the life I used to have.