This time of year, long evening shadows grace our valley, our woods.
Drawing out the shapes, the colors, the motion of our end-of-day rides.
Creating a certain nostalgia.
Projecting glimpses onto ground, grass, bark, leaves . . .
Here, a tail wisping — just a glance — against a pinon.
Now, legs lurching — a brief peek — then gone.
Highlighting our ride. Illuminating the periphery —
Calling my eye, my heart, to ponder.
Feelings flood back — barren winter.
Reminding me of how long it’s been since the warm shadows last appeared.
Now, the shape of my horse’s head, ears, mane — glints from another pine tree.
All of it dancing, moving.
Creating the feeling of Spring.
Projecting light-art, the original motion picture — only seen quite like this, when the sun comes round the mountain, this time of year.
As we leave the woods, off to the south — a long, golden shaft illuminates greenish-to-rust-toned foliage.
As if it will never end.
Like Life. Like our Ride.
As if the green grasses will never wither — never fade.
But this — illusory.
Day is done.
Sun setting, westward.
All seasons change.
Like the years. Like the moonlight.
Calling me to take comfort in the Dancing Light of my Ride — today.
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