As the horse pushes forward, I close my eyes, hips moving in syncopated rhythm with his. I reach out, caressing the wind, and slide further into the depths of my mind.
He is the calming of my wild.
He knows all my secrets.
As the night falls I sit, watching this muse stretch his legs inside a portable hot-wire fence and a backdrop of silk stroked by the rising moon.
Now, there is nothing else to do but let the day roll off us both. The buzz of an occasional mosquito and the distant rumbling of cars on the highway the only sounds.
Happy National Horse Day to the architect of my story.
May we always ride together.
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