There’s something about the view between a horse’s ears that makes a woman forget that she can’t stay up there forever.
It’s the same way she feels watching a man catch a horse. It’s the quiet and gentle approach, the soft way he whispers and coaxes…
And she remembers the good ones.
And it’s how he wears his hat, how his shirt’s tucked in and the way he sits so sure up there next to her riding along.
The way the breeze moves through that horse’s mane before brushing her cheek.
The way the sinking sunlight hits him just right.
How the grass sparkles under that sky.
And all of those things that make her happy to be alive out here…