Horses story

Sometimes after a days work my head is full of impressions, words, e-mails. Overflowing and boiling. Such a feeling. On days like that coming home is the best. My own little, quiet world again.
Yesterday was a bit of a busy crazy day, but I came back home, was making risotto. Whilst cutting the carrots I heard a cantaring horse.
Most of you know, I love horses. Since Im 10 Ive spend most of my spare time around horses, outside in my rubberboots. And today its still important to me. I wouldnt know what to do without my tuesdays at the horses.\But hearing horses on a Wednesday-evening. I live in the middle of the city surrounded by bricks and concrete. The nearest stable or meadow is about 10 km. away.
And a cantaring horse. Thats very fast for a horse on a brick road. When I was a little girl I saw them pass by sometimes, that fast. But that was always without a rider. She usually came about 6 minutes later, running after the horse (pony). So my mind was confused. That sound really was the sound of a horse. Just when I decided this horse must have been a fragment of my imagination and that I have to find a better way to deal with stress from work I heard them again.
I openend the balcony doors, flew outside and there they were again, two cantaring horses going around the block. Two bright yellow policemen and their two horses. Chasing a thief or a robber, a 'bad guy' of some sort.

Wow! And my head is fine. And my healthy obsession with horses still there.