I was falling asleep in our hotel room 14 floors above the New York City streets and heard the sound of horse hooves. Is it possible I thought, with all the sounds on a busy city street, or am I dreaming.
The next day we took a ride in a carriage with Christina at the reins and King pulling us. King is not one of the biggest horses pulling a carriage through Central Park, but he might have the biggest personality. He whinnied each time we came anywhere near another horse, letting them know he had arrived. He reminded me of Simon, confident and demanding attention. Although Christina could get King to do things that I could never get Simon to do. Like safely pull a carriage through the streets of New York and around Central Park. I know there’s lots of controversy about the Central Park Carriage Horses, but I was impressed with the relationship between Christina and King and how they worked together. I could feel the trust between them. It’s a beautiful thing to see and be a part of.
And the sound of his hooves on the pavement, well, it just captivated me.