Horses from afar can be such sweet-looking pastoral creatures... grazing away contentedly in a field of clover.
But once you're sitting high in a soft, worn-in leather saddle a horse becomes an amazingly overwhelming beast of a wild animal who chooses to be gentle, friendly, and submissive.
It's humbling, exhilarating, and peaceful all at the the same time.
And reminds me of an Anne quote (as things often do...):
"I think I'd like it if he could be wicked...but wouldn't."
There's just something about that choice... It's powerful, isn't it?
But once you're sitting high in a soft, worn-in leather saddle a horse becomes an amazingly overwhelming beast of a wild animal who chooses to be gentle, friendly, and submissive.
It's humbling, exhilarating, and peaceful all at the the same time.
And reminds me of an Anne quote (as things often do...):
"I think I'd like it if he could be wicked...but wouldn't."
There's just something about that choice... It's powerful, isn't it?
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