There was nothing better than running through green fields on horse back. Especially if there was a wild herd running just beside you.
Bareback, nothing but a rope around your horses neck for control, the wind flowing through both your horses mane and your hair.
A sense of calmness in the air. You and the horse, riding freely, no one to tell you when you should be back, or telling you what you should be doing.
Hearing the pounding footsteps of a four-legged beast, the whoosh of air, the smell of fresh grass and post-rainstorm.
There's no better feeling. All your problems, swept away, no care for what's happening beyond the trees. The problems of any kind in this, crazed, outrages world, gone. Gone like the wind itself, there, but gone unseen.
Nothing matters.
On the back of a horse, there's nothing but happiness, joyful, care-free nothingness. Seeing and feeling the crazed look of the wild herd, the peace that you've got with the herd, the all around majestically and aesthetically pleasing calmness of it.
The screech of birds in the sky. Watching them soar against the blue contrast of sky.
Nothing felt better than that moment in time.
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It Started With A Horse
Teen FictionFreedom. Peace. Happiness. Riding freely on the bare back of a horse through a field of green. That's the best feeling in the world. Racing with wilderness, drinking from the small river hidden from those who don't know about it. Watching, from the...
