I walked down to the lake, the sun was shining through yellow leaves. I came upon the meadow where horses were eating, and I was struck by a resemblance. For a moment, I thought the brown pony that was eating by the fence was Ofelia.
Ofelia was the first creature in this world, outside of my family, that I really, truly loved. She was a young brown pony, nothing special really. I got to take care of her for two years in my mid-teens. And the depths of the feelings that I had for that horse, it shook me for years after I was forced to give her up.
The resemblance was only there for a moment, though. Just a step closer, and I realized this pony was too small. And, anyway, Ofelia would have been old by now, almost twenty, she might not even be alive anymore.
Bittersweet, how memories come to us sometimes.
Katja Malmborg 