Riding is a complicated joy. You learn something each time. It is never quite the same, and you never know it all.
The limitless jet-lag purgatory of Immigration and Baggage at Heathrow.
Nursing is a kind of mania; a fever in the blood; an incurable disease.
We dominate a horse by mind over matter. We could never do it by brute strength.
No ride is ever the last one. No horse is ever the last one you will have. Somehow there will always be other horses, other places to ride them.
You and your horse. His strength and beauty. Your knowledge and patience and determination and understanding and love. That's what fuses the two of you onto this marvelous partnership that makes you wonder, "What can heaven offer any better then what I have here on earth?".