After a cup of cafe coffee, my body and heart quivering even more, the cell phone went off as I got into the car. Just five minutes from riding my wind horse, they called to cancel. Too much rain last night, upon the parched earth, unsafe for the horses, reschedule for tomorrow. My heart eagerly agreed, knowing how dangerous the mud would be for the horses. But, still.....
Putting the car in reverse, a direction I know too well, a smile gathered the gentle sweet tear. Pausing, I opened the windows and sunroof, caressed the steering wheel and clicked my tongue. "Giddyup" I whispered, "Tomorrow. Maybe. For now, my little horse of steel, time to ride."
Upon my horse of steel I rounded the mountain curves with gravity pulling me towards her body. I traveled mythical plains, raced the dragons and with windblown hair I sang....
"Sometimes a dream is just like a window
Like a window that opens on blue.
Some windows are just made for looking
Some windows for climbing through..."
~Deidra McCalla "Some Windows"