You find yourself wishing there were still any tame horses. Not that you've seen a horse since before you moved to the city, but you've heard stories they all broke loose of their domestications. You heard that after the first few years of fires running through the north there wasn't a stable left standing. You refuse to believe the horses couldn't find their way out, you always knew them to be awful smart with their timing. They've been appearing in your dreams lately, coming to you across a distant horizon and asking to be brushed. Calming dreams.