brown and white horse on green grass field during daytime

When I was a kid, we lived opposite of a café. And each Sunday, a group of horsemen came to have a drink there. I'm not making this up, this really happened back in the days in small towns in Belgium. There was one man, who looked like a cowboy from an American movie and he knew my mom. Small town people, you know how it goes. His horse was the most beautiful of the whole group. It was a white one with black specks, his name was Easy and he also was the tallest. Sometimes I rode it for a little circle. And that's why I love horses.