A ride in the woods, cardinals whistle, I whistle back. Quiet snow crunches and I lean forward to inhale the pure clean air. The saddle creaks and another sigh as the chink, chink of the bit slides through my horses mouth. I pause beside a creek, almost silent in the frosted paradise. Here we cross and tiny drops flip up and chill my cheek as my horse decides on a last minute jump. Surprised and thrilled we trot up the bank and on with our journey.
Name: Amber Morris
Company: Haven Arabians