A Dreamy Morning

It was cold and still dark out when I got to the stable, but my day had finally arrived.  It had been years since I was given the opportunity to ride regularly, and today was the day I was to start.  I wandered into the tack room and checked out the saddle fitting chart.  I chose my saddle and the pads and located her bridle, grabbed the grooming bucket and set them by her stall.  I went back to the office to finish my coffee and stare out at the lightening day and think about the work I was about to do.  My heart was singing.

I pushed open the big heavy barn door and walked toward the paddock with an air of confidence and excitement dancing in my heart.  Head held high, halter and lead rope in my hand, I scoped her out, standing by herself, staring at me as I walked towards her.  I began to feel that connection, between woman and horse, when I stepped on a frozen puddle of horse pee and landed flat on my back.

Thank God it was frozen.