The weather has been perfect-flies haven't arrived yet, the winds are warm, and I've had three rides in a row with Boone, my partner in gravel road warrior hood.
I stopped for a bit to let Boone graze and picked him some daisies. The shadows on the road coming through the oaks, created patterns in front of us as we rode. His mane has different tones and hues of red this time of year. I still have intense moments when I look down at him as I ride, and think,
"I have a horse," and I soak it in. I still feel more alive when I'm on him and I am four feet off the ground, the view is just different, the perspective of every tree I might see each day when I drive the same road-it looks different. As we rode back up the road, a turkey vulture was flying around over head, leaving a shadow of wings in front of us.
