As thoughts, we fly

And we flew without wings

Here we were, for the 200th time.

The sun is high up in the cloudless sky, its warm rays caressing our skin warming us up keeping the cold from the fresh wind at bay.

The birds singing all around us, beckoning and welcoming the summer on its way.

We walked on, listening to the grass moving beneath his feet, to the bird's songs, to the wind lightly rustling the newly sprouted leaves on the trees creating their own tune to go with all the songs and sounds around them. 

We walked on in silence. Feeling the ground beneath us, the wind going through our hair. No words no noise just us out here listening, no, enjoying the wonders of spring, the wonders of nature and life. 

Our breathing was heavy after a long run, my cheeks red and burning from the cold wind, but we were happy and content. 

The soothing movements from his gait were nice and almost soothing to the point of lulling me to sleep. I closed my eyes leaned back a little and took a deep breath, such a nice day it was.

We had gone this way many times before but it was equally as special every time.

I righted myself again and opened my eyes as I exhaled, looking ahead at the bend in the road, leading to a long old gravel road leading up between the cornfields. A small smile made its way to my lips, my partner had seen it too, and knowing what was to come had quickened his pace even though he had been tired before. I could see that he looked back at me even behind all the golden blond hair covering his eyes, his ears turned towards me listening to my words to be told, he was ready. 

And, so was I.

we reached the bend in the road and continued, his pace now even quicker, my smile now even bigger. No words were needed only a little pressure with my feet and he was running, a nice and quick-paced trot, followed by an equally paced sound of metal hitting rocks in a rhythmic manner beneath us.

He looked back at me again and quickened his pace asking the question he knew I would never say no to. 

My heart fluttered with excitement and oddly enough with peace. 

The cold spring wind forgot and the bird's song was deafened by metal hitting rocks and the wind dancing by my ears. 

I laughed. No more words needed to be said no gestures needed to be made, he understood and he acted.

With renewed energy and a strong spring in his step, he sped up and accelerated into a canter, then a gallop. No more holding back no more rest now he could run with all his might and strength, and so he did. I aligned myself with him, I stood up in the stirrups and leaned forward, shortening the reins, not enough that it would hinder his run, but enough so that he could feel me still being with him. 

And we ran.

The rhythmic sound of metal hitting rocks was now replaced with a sound almost like drums, the wind moving through our hair, our breaths short and quick, I looked up and the road ahead, and at that moment nothing mattered anymore.

It was just me and him under the big open sky.

And at that moment I had wings carrying me, moving me along the road along with the wind followed by the song of the birds praising the spring. We were free, in our own little world, just me and him.

Flying. With invisible wings. 

He was carrying me over grass and stone, followed by the sound of drums, and a small star showing us the way.  

And I was at peace, all worries forgot all hardships a part of the past, right now it was only us. 

Me and him.

My heart.

My soul. 

The golden apple of my eye

My horse. carrying me with invisible wings. 

But like all good things, everything has to end, and the road to a stop.

He knew and so did I.

I sat back down in the saddle, as he began to slow, first to a canter then to a trot, and as we hit the end of the road a slow and tired walk.

I looked back at the old road between the fields, already missing the feeling of freedom and peace.

He stopped and looked back at me then at the road, almost like he was asking if we needed to go back. 

A small smile found its way to my lips again looking at my partner, who throughout the years had carried me through countless adventures, and have been with me both at the best and worst of times. He who no matter how bad everything would be, could always put a smile on my face.

I patted his neck and spurred him on, he looked at me and took a hesitant step, almost waiting for me to turn around again. 

I spurred him on again, into a slow and relaxed walk down the paved road.

Towards reality, towards home.

I just wanted the moment on the old graveled road to last forever, but I knew that I had to go back because no matter how hard you try, reality will always catch you.

So we continued on.

I threw a last look at the old graveled road between the fields, a smile gracing my lips again.

No matter how boring and simple this road was, it was a necessity for us to continue down the paved road. 

But we both knew for certain that we would find our way back to the grass-covered fields, to the well-trotted trails in the forests, to the old graveled road between the corn.

And that the next time galloping down the old road would be just as special as our first trip there, and when that time comes.

We will fly on invisible wings yet again.