Any parent will tell you that no moment is more perfect than the birth of their child. No lover will dispute the magical moment when attraction evolves into something deeper and more encompassing. All our lives, thereafter, we seek those moments that mimic but knowing they will never fully recapture that state of happiness. We relish those emotional glimpses.
Morning rides are my micro-fixes that rejuvenate, invigorate, and provide a state of grace. Add a warm but gentle Southern morning, green pastures dotted with painted horses, red roans, or lolling cattle, aging barns, and farmhouses, all nestled between dark green tree-filled hills, and the tonic goes even further. Throw in a soaring hawk, the “pretty-bird” call of the cardinal. Add a friend or riding companion, and well, you’re getting closer.
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