My Happy Place

I would give anything to be on a horse right now.

I would give anything to hear the creak of leather, the whisper of knee-high grass, the clank of a horseshoe clipping rock.

I would give anything to stretch out in a gallop and race across the ridgeline.

I would give anything to hear nothing and feel nothing except the beat of hooves on the ground and the steady rhythm of a horse’s movement.

I would give anything for the view between a horse’s ears.

Some people’s happy place is in a high-rise apartment, corner bar, or rows of stiletto shoes. My happy place is on the back of a horse, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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