Summers

I was laid off my full-time job five months ago, and it's hard to stay cheerful as I continue to look daily for work. It's almost July. I used to spend summers at the barn, happily mucking out stalls and exercising horses. I was there to feed before the sun came up. I enjoyed the endless cycle of turning them out and rounding them back up after they got their bucks out and had a chance to roll in the grass. All the soft noses extended to me for a scritch before I left in the evening with a promise to see them again at dawn. I'm not defined by my work, but I do like having a job where I serve a purpose.