11.03.2005 - 10:41 a.m.

I left work last night enjoying the slight bite in the air, the dry smell of leaves, but missing the kinds of fall nights I spent in high school, when I worked at a barn to pay for a horseriding lesson every week. I don't know why that particular memory was on top--there are certainly plenty of other things to be thinking about lately--but all I wanted was to feel the warmth of sweat at the bottom of my riding boots, the friction of reins in my cold hands, the radiated horse-heat rising around me like a shield against the cold night.

-stonebridge

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