06/11/2025
A good ride deserves a good roll—well, half a roll, because dinner was calling.
Tonight, we rode with purpose. We focused, learned, tested, and then, we played. We gathered ourselves in collection, stretched out on a long rein, moved with leg and seat, balanced with shoulders, and stayed soft with guiding hands. We bundled energy, shifted, and transitioned in precise movements. And then we ran.
We ran as hard and fast as he wanted, no hesitation, no restraint—just pure freedom. We bounced and leapt, twisting, launching, playing. His balance was impeccable, every spirited move effortless yet controlled. Never once did I worry about coming off; he made sure of that. He was careful in his excitement, thoughtful in his joy, always attuned to the rider on his back.
He is 14 now, and I’ve had him since he was eight months old. Sometimes he tests me, pushes the boundaries—that’s expected. Some days he’s a mischievous toddler; other days, a refined gentleman. And tonight, as I brushed my fingers through his forelock, I noticed something new. Grey hairs sprinkled over his left eye, soft threads of silver catching the light. About as many as I have.
We are going to salt and pepper together....and we're going to rock that too.
