It's so ridiculous that a twenty-one year old can still lust after model horses like a kid. ;-; *wants this very badly*

Horses used to be such a part of my life. From the early morning until past sunset, my world was filled with them: grooming them, playing with them, riding them, training them... They filled so much of my days that I often feel empty without them, now.

I am a firm believer that there are few things better in the world than running a horse bareback across a field in the early autumn. The thunder of hooves and pulse of breath- the feeling of flying, and yet being still grounded fills me with a "homesickness" I can't ignore.

Autumn, more than other seasons, makes me remember these times. I can remember every horse I've ever ridden- I can tell the world in poetic lines what it feels like to be so close to these incredible creatures. I can ride with a talent I earned- I can ride with a gift I was given. There's so much within me that is still wrapped up in these moments- lost to a quiet present that has no Flight without Wings.

I wonder what would have happened in my life if there had been no accident. My fifteenth year changed so much... and it makes me heartsick sometimes if I think about it too much.

If I had not fallen. If that moment- that crystal clear moment that I can recall with intense clarity... if that had not happened... how different would my life be now?

Simple musings from a horsesick girl... who wishes, sometimes, that life had not changed quite so much.