I was walking along a dirt path. It was cold, for the trees were blocking the sun's bright rays. I kept my hood over my head. My thin, brown hair came flowing out down the sides of my neck. When the wind blew, it blew hard at my face. My hair was sent flying and thrashing. It stung of ice. It was always cold now. When I was young, it was much warmer. Now it think that as it get older, the air becomes cooler. I looked up, the wind had stopped. I was almost to the stables to see my horse, Equi, and her friend, Lightning. Lightning was Link's horse, so I often see him there stroking her long black hair. Near to the end of the woods, I could see him waiting....