My horse is a river. I prepare once again to bathe in his tidepool and wade in his will.
I submerge in his cool waters to refresh my soul — and drink, deep and long — as often as I may.
Taking a breath, I close my eyes and dive into his saddle.
Where will we go? His current will take me. How long will we ride? As long as we may!
My horse is a swiftly flowing river, with ever-changing moods. He waxes overflowing, exuberant with life.
With endless gallops and carefree abandon, he satisfies my childhood dreams.
My horse carries me to distant shores. I merge into his watery depths, surrendering my heart.
His movement sweeps me away from time and space, washes my spirit and cleanses my senses.
I immerse my body in the rapids of his powerful currents. His hidden eddies capture the secret of my soul.
Sun sparkles off my horse’s silken coat like a thousand moonbeams. Dazzling. Hypnotic.
My horse’s sweat smells sweet as he surges ‘round the next bend, ever seeking the new, the fresh, the surreal.
Nostrils flared, ears pricked forward, my horse is freedom in motion.
His hooves beat to the sound of water rushing, tumbling toward distant mountains and verdant pastures.
His mane flows like water surging over rocks in its course as I ride his swell and surf his waves.
Laughing, exuberant, we gallop headlong into the sublime.
As long as there is a sun and a sky, my horse will transport me to new reaches of discovery as his floodgates open and pour me into the watery depths of his soul.