(Top: Samudra for Project Paz, Shorts: True Religion, Shoes: Toms)
A while ago we went on a little bike ride out in the country, through the hotel, and out to the stables. Over the last couple of years I have developed what a typical [but late-blooming] little girl wants for her birthday. A pony. Do you remember those girls? Well, I’m a few years beind. But in my defense I never say I want a “pony.” You know, the way they all say “pooonnyyyy!!!” in some exasperated, spoiled way. No no no. I just really want to be a horse person. I want to be one with the horses. Ehehe. A horse whisperer maybe?? No, what I really imagine me doing is riding a beautiful ‘stang bare-back with a stampede of horses through an empty green meadow in nothing but a white linen dress and the wind wiping through my hair. Yes!!
I think horses are one of the most beautiful creatures walking this earth. One day I am going to go out into the west and work on a ranch or a farm. I know I would have to start at the bottom. No glitz and glam here. Probably have to pick up poop and fork hay for a while. Eventually the rancher or farmer will see my willingness and natural ability to bond with the horses and want to help me learn everything there is to know. Kind of like the surf movie North Shore. But with horses instead of waves. That is exactly what goes through my head when I dream about horses.
But for now, my bike will have to be my trusty steed.
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