My feet, step foward leaving clouds of dust trailing behind me. My old dog, trailing as well. My hand bumps against the mexican border fense that seperates me from two different worlds. The fence is dusty, made out of sheet metal, and painted with numbers that signify seperation. I knock out of curiousity, wondering if one day I will get a knock back. I mosy along into the sunset, peeking in holes that are like sunligt to my curious soal. I stop, my eye catching the sight of something moving along with me on the other side. I peek into the hole, as thrill and excietment overcome me. Its and animal, its large, and its trotting around in cirlcles and when I cluck my lips together it stops to look at me. I put my hand out the hole, hoping this elegant creature, panting and pawing in front of me will come and privilage me with a touch from his nose. Its slowly walk up, its coat colored with pain, scrached and torn, wild. His painted coat colored with a goldish brown, leading down to black legs. He was a buckskin. I clucked again eagerly, quitly encouraging him to connect with me. he steps foward, craneing his neck to meet my hand. His hot breath tickling my hand, his nose hairs breezing my skin ever so slightly, and finally hes lip pressed into my hand. A deep growl and bark from my dog, startled both of us. The horse threw his head up, in a frightened fashion and bolted. i wached his tale whipping in the wind and the sun catching his coat, and just as fast as he had come, he had gone. I took a deep breath running my fingers along the fence before I turned around and headed home.