After 20 years, my heart still aches sometimes to go home.
This is home, but a small piece will always be left in the North.
Today, it was the way light filtered through the leaves in the trees along the road.
It stirred something up. Suddenly, a desperate need to go home.
For all of you who have left – wishing you a beautiful day, wherever you have your home.
And the riding goes on. And on. And on. With the baby mare, the right answer will always be to stay forward.