to sit atop a horse and listen to the clip-clop of her hooves, the squeak of the saddle, the sound of her breath as she snorts at the wind. I forgot how great it is to feel the rhythmic sway of the horse beneath your rear as you relax and go with her smooth beat. I forgot about the smells, the exhilaration of being far out in the country, away from laundry, dishes, dirty floors, schoolwork and bills.
I'm definitely sore this evening. Can hardly move my shoulder. My hips hurt, my knees hurt, my butt bones hurt.
But I feel GREAT, because I went riding for the first time in over three years.