I Owe Bear McCreary a Drink
The music was perfect. Hearing those bagpipes and drums as Merlin pounded up the trails, me comfortable in the way only a person who has ridden the same horse in the same place for years could be. I silently cursed myself for not doing this every day. If I'm honest the only reason I escaped a morning of just design work and writing in the house was because of the daily vlogging series and the person who asked for a saddling video. I filmed all the stuff I needed for the vlog and then I had a horse ready to ride standing in my front yard. To do the three-mile loop up the mountain and back would only take a half hour or so, especially with how feisty Merlin was since morning chores (he pushes my took right off my head in the beginning of the video!). So I jumped on his back in jeans and boots and hit the wind.
I loved that ride. I love that horse. I loved the music and the moments. At the near end of the loop we stopped in a stream and Merlin drank while I listened to Bear's themes and looked up at the maples above me, stretching tall and golden as the walls of Valhalla. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath of creek and mud, dying leaves and woodsmoke. It was a fine way to spend a morning. And horses are a fine way to spend your 33rd year on this earth. Good music and good beasts are all I need.