The winds whisper through the trees, and hooves drum steadily beneath me. Birds cry out around us, and the mountain sighs. Off in the distance, I can hear the river rushing among the rocks and the trees, paying no mind to the things in its path. With my hands tangled in his black and white mane, I lean forward and he obliges my wishes with a rush of speed, the soft rocking horse gate growing ever faster as the ground blurs below us and the world becomes nothing but hoof beats and our bodies becoming one. The brilliant colours of the trees are a rushing rainbow flying past, comprised of reds, yellows, oranges, greens, and browns. His body stretches further beneath me as he lengthens his stride, accepting the challenges the trail lays before us. He bunches his muscles and together we soar over fallen logs and streams, and around jagged rocks and other debris that litter the trail. Our breaths are coming shorter and sharper, and his black and white mane is digging smartly into my fingers. Our bodies together have diminished to nothing but a blur of black, white, red, and orange in our frantic race against the wind. A sharp incline to the left and we slow back, panting heavily in unison. The rainbow of brush and river has made way to gravel, and civilization is becoming ever closer. A deep connection with nature and with each other has been all but lost in the sounds of car tires, human voices and cellphone reception.
Author20 year old girl with MRKH. I am a supervisor at Tim Hortons, writer and volunteer on the side. I love my animals, reading, and spending time with people closest to me! I am trying to come to terms with my syndrome. I hope to find the perfect way to start a family of our own. ArchivesCategories
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