The paddocks

Wind blows, creating a loud rustle through the tall beige grass, I hear hooves crush over as a trail of dust follows.
“What was it like before?”.
It feels spiky and soft, grass crunches in my hand. 
“I don’t know, what do you think?”
A dark brown glossy horse gallops past in a bolt. 
Wind blows through the tall beige grass and I think to myself, “What do I think…”
I taste a salty brine from the sweat on my forehead, it reminds me of the shore, waves crashing as seagulls caw in the distance.
Still I ask, "What do I think..?”