It’s one of those picture postcard winter days. The sky is robin’s egg blue. The snow is deep and pristine white. It’s only 20º F, but feels far warmer in the glare of the sun against the snow. It’s too icy to ride, but I go to the stable, anyway. I take Tonka’s blanket off so that he can have a roll in the snow. I have errands and chores to do, but I spend a quiet, companionable few minutes in the paddock with him. It’s a doze and nibble sort of day for Tonka. Can I be jealous of my horse?