Early this morning, on my way to meet Aleta and ride with her to her first riding day of the MSF course -- five hours of focused training on a riding range. Moments like these are quiet, serene and the weight of the world evaporates like smoke.
Too bad a person can't ride all the time.
I need to do something -- life seems like it's spinning out of control. Or maybe I'm just plain stupid and getting worse as time marches on. I've always enjoyed repeating one of