I’ve been watching a TV show called Heartland. It’s based off of a series of books I read as a teenager that are about a girl and her gift to heal battered horses. The show is pretty good, but it’s really making me want to ride my horse and he’s 5,000 miles away.
The clock was counting down, but I didn’t focus on it. There was too much else to hold my gaze. Pegasus was sailing over the jumps with ease. But then we came to the jump. There were flower pots, and Pegasus started to snort like he was going to bail on me. I softened my hold on the reins, tightened my grip with my knees, and pushed him through. We flew over the poles and landed with a certain grace that our other jumps didn’t have. The clock stopped, and I wrapped my arms around his neck with a smile.