What i wouldn't give to ride my horse now. My horse from the dream, the one I knew inside out, my friend, my soul mate, no language required. Out in the open fields, washed in moonlight, under the light drizzle, just let the wind whip my hair back, while I fly on her back as she gallops away into the distance. The smell of her fur and the wet soil, the scent of clouds in the air, I could put both my hands off the rein and close my eyes, spreading them out like I'm actually flying. She would know my every wish, she would take me for the ride, just free. And when she comes to a stop, neighing, I'l jump off her back and whisper in her ears, crying softly as I cradle her long neck around my arms, her head nuzzling, snorting, hoof stomping slightly, as if expressing indignance on my behalf. I'll breath in her hay smell and try to calm myself.