Chapter Seven (Let Me Let Go)

Previously, on "Memoirs Of A City Girl":
Ch. 6 (Feels Like Home)
-The phantom abdominal pain returned when I got home, and I had flashbacks of having a positive pregnancy test in Bridgeport.
-I didn't wake up until 3 p.m. the next day.
-The Fox family didn't have an adoption ad that day, so I visited the Schmidt household to adopt a dog instead.
-I met Benjamin, a bearded, tattooed repairman, whom I found strangely attracted to.
-I didn't bring a dog home, but we exchanged numbers.
-For the first time in a while, I looked forward to someone's call.

Location: 1012 Pomona Promenade

Date: Monday, 10/24/11

Time: 7:00 a.m.

The warm morning sun wakes up from its own slumber, shining its light onto Appaloosa Plains.  It exposes the true colors of the houses, buildings, trees, landscape, river and rolling hills.  A new day is here.  Gone are the misgivings and disappointments of yesterday.  The sound of birds chirping merrily take me away from my dreams, slowly waking me up.  The ray of sunlight invading my window gently caresses me, as if to say, "Good morning."  I stretch my arms out as I let out a deep groan.  The butter yellow color of the ceiling holds my interest for a moment before my eyes move to the window.  A glimpse of the blue lake nestled between the green rolling hills warm up my heart, bringing a smile to my face. 

Anxious to greet the glorious view, I leap out of bed and run towards the window.  The glow of the sun reflects on the water now, casting a white color on the lake surrounded by peach.  I can see myself on a boat, gently skimming the surface of the water as I feel the cool air on my face.  I can feel the splash of water on my skin, cooling it off under the hot afternoon sun.  It's just me, my boat and nature.  It's the only way I can truly understand the beauty that surrounds me by giving it my undivided attention, basking in its presence.  I can feel a sense of peace in my heart as I close my eyes, looking forward to that day when I will get to explore the rest of my backyard. 

"One of these days, I promise.  I will finally get to meet you." I whisper softly to the lake in front of me.



After my mind comes back to reality,  I head to the stable to let Mr. Nunu out.  My heart melts at the sight of him.  If he was a dog, he would be next to me on my bed, keeping me warm while I sleep.  Then neither of us would have to be lonely at night.  But alas, he is not a dog.  He's a horse.  One who has grown to trust me and let me in his world.

"Hi baby!" I greet him happily.

His eyes smile back at me as he snorts.



"Why don't you get some fresh air while I eat breakfast, okay? I'll be back." I reassure him as we walk to the paddock.



In Bridgeport, I normally make a protein shake before I head off to the hospital.  I would go over the things I need to do that day as I mix the almond milk, whey protein, frozen fruit, greek yogurt and honey with a hand blender.  The sound of morning traffic would already seep through the living room as I watch the news, sipping my smoothie with a straw.  I can hear cars honking and the angry voices of very impatient people..or at least people who haven't had their morning coffee.  Then I laugh at the absurdity of it all...people who actually believe that their show of self-importance is actually going to make the cars go faster.  How come I never realized that until now?

Just as I get ready to make a protein shake, my mind takes me to Bridgeport again.  I'm in the kitchen, looking for two 24 ounce tumblers.  I find them on the dishrack by the sink.  One is orange, the other one is blue.  Mine is the orange one.  His is blue.  Even though he doesn't have to be at his office until 10 a.m., I always make a smoothie for him before I leave at 7:00 a.m.  I would leave it in the freezer so it doesn't melt when he wakes up.  Sometimes he would sneak up behind me and wrap his arms around my waist, whispering "Hey sexy" to my ear.  I would gasp in surprise, expecting him to still be in bed, his warm breath making my neck tingle.  I would lose my breath at the feel of his body behind me.  Then I would turn around to look in his pale blue eyes, losing myself in them. 

"I thought it was over, baby
We said our goodbyes
But I can't go a day 
Without your face
Goin' through my mind
In fact, not a single minute
Passes without you in it
Your voice, your touch, 
Memories of your love
Are with me all of the time"

" 'Hi baby.' I would reply, a smile taking over my face.  With his arms still around my waist, he would lean in to kiss me softly.  I would close my eyes as the feelings burst from within me, escaping with the increasing movement of my pulse.  Our kiss would become more passionate, making it necessary for me to pull away. 'I have to go to work.'

'Not yet.' He would insist, finding my mouth again.  I would put my arms around his neck, lightly running my fingers through his raven hair.  The sight of the kitchen clock reminds me that I have to be somewhere else.

'Mmm...I'm gonna be late.  I really have to go, babe.' I plead, still tasting his luscious lips.

'Alright.  But we're not done.' He grins with mischievous eyes.

'Is that right?' I chuckle, shaking my head.  I grab my purse, feeling an anticipation of what waits for me when I get home tonight. 'Bye sweetie.'

 I kiss him on the cheek before I head out the door.  He pats my ass."

Sadness and longing fill my heart as I stare at the carton of almond milk.  I don't want to go to that place right now.  Not with him.  So I decide to ditch the shake and eat butter pecan ice cream instead.  I'm on my own.  I can do whatever I want.  If I want to eat ice cream for breakfast, I'll eat ice cream for breakfast.  Whatever it takes to make these damn memories go away.

"Let me let go, baby
Let me let go
If this is for the best
Why are you still in my heart
Are you still in my soul
Let me let go"



"Noooooooo!!" I freak out when I notice that the toilet lever feels loose.  It's not flushing.  To make it worse, I don't know anything about fixing toilets.  "Are you kidding me?  The toilet doesn't flush?  I just bought this house!" 

At least there are still two bathrooms upstairs.  Last time I checked, they both work.  Then I remember that I bought the property on impulse, without looking inside.  Serves me right for not doing my research first.  But what was I supposed to do?  Sleep in a hotel while Mr. Nunu roams the town? How am I supposed to fix this thing now?

Benjamin.  I can call him.  Yes.  Bearded, rugged, handyman Benjamin fixing my toilet.  Shirtless with a toolbelt.  The thought makes me giggle...and almost glad that the toilet broke.  Almost.



"Hi, baby. Mommy's back.  Did you sleep well last night?"

To my delight, he nuzzles my face.  I feel giddy inside at Mr. Nunu's first display of affection. 

"Awww, thank you.  I love you too, sweetheart."



Thinking that Mr. Nunu is already trained, I try to make him do the high jump.  Big mistake.  He runs towards it, but stops immediately, causing him to go forward.  Panicking, I tug on his reins so hard, he pulls back.  At that moment, hanging on this back, nearly falling off, I am paralyzed with fear.  He could land on me if he loses his balance.  I imagine myself on the ground with a crushed skull and broken bones, bleeding internally.  This could very well be my last moment alive.



Admitting my foolishness, I use the low jump instead. 

His feet pass over without any problems.  What a sweet taste of success, even if it's a very small one.  What matters is that he is doing this with me as his handler.

"Good job, Mr. Nunu! What a good boy!" I praise him as he completes another jump.



It looks like the jumping practice wore Mr. Nunu out. 

Knowing that he will eventually have to learn the high jump, I ride with him to the Equestrian Regional Training Grounds after his nap.  Who am I kidding?  I don't know anything about training horses.  Its time for riding lessons.



After registering and paying, I'm told to wait by the training area.  It's nice to see Mr. Nunu  around other horses as well.

"Hi, Lyn?" I hear a man's voice behind me. 



I turn around.  I'm greeted by a pair of light hazel eyes.  My heart skips a beat.

"Yes?"  I reply, feeling nervous all of a sudden.

"I'm David.  I'm your instructor." He offers his hand, smiling.

"Oh.  Hi." I mumble as I shake his hand.

Oh hi?  Really? That's all you can say??

*Copyright 2011 Lyn C.S.*
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"Let Me Let Go" by Faith Hill
Video by: granako

Chapter Six (Feels Like Home)

Previously, on "Memoirs Of A City Girl":
Ch. 5 (Need You Now)
-After having no contact with humans since my first day, I decided to visit The Watering Hole Saloon.
-It's a far cry from the posh clubs and lounges that I'm used to in Bridgeport, but it's better than being lonely at home.
-After dancing with some random guy, I met this archeologist named Kenji.
-We were hitting it off until I saw a woman about 4-5 months pregnant.
-I felt so uncomfortable with the phantom pain in my stomach that I ran out to my car.
-Crying in the truck, I finally allowed myself to feel the pain...and miss him.




Location: 1012 Pomona Promenade
Date: Sunday, 10/23/11
Time: 1:20 a.m.

When I get home from the saloon, flashbacks of that pregnant woman at the saloon invade my thoughts again. The excruciating pain in my stomach comes back, this time much stronger. I reach for the back of the dining room chair until I ease myself on the seat, taking quick breaths to make the stabbing sensations go away. With my right hand on my belly, things slowly come back to me. That night in our Bridgeport condo, when I was in the bathroom, holding a pregnancy test. I saw two lines. I was already three weeks late at that point, but I knew. I just knew. Were we ready for a baby? He was in his first year as a general practitioner and I was a first year resident. We were still trying to establish ourselves. I expected to be disappointed when I saw the two lines. That would mean my career as a pediatrician would be over. But I wasn't. Instead, I was elated. My heart swelled in utter joy. Not only was I going to have a baby, but I was going to have it with him.

I fall into a deep sleep until 3 p.m. I wake up with a giant headache, probably from sleeping over 12 hours straight, but I feel better. I feel just a little bit stronger. I try to see if the Fox family put up another adoption ad on the internet so I can go see Willow, but I find another family instead. This time, they have a dog up for adoption. Am I ready for a dog right now? Well, I wasn't ready to leave my life in Bridgeport behind either, but shit happens.

With that epiphany, I drive over to the Schmidt household with hopes to add a new member of my family.



I press the doorbell. A few minutes go by. Nobody answers. Am I in the right house?

"Hello." A man's voice surprises me. I turn around to find a bearded man gazing at me. How long has he been standing there? His eyes seem to hold private thoughts about me. Thoughts that would probably get him slapped if he exposed them. It makes me nervous, yet excited at the same time.

"Hi there. I saw your pet adoption ad on the internet."

"Oh, okay. I'm Benjamin." He offers his hand.

"I'm Lyn. Nice to meet you."

His hands feel strong and firm as his fingers squeeze mine. Our eyes meet again. Then I notice the tattoos on his arms. This makes me lose my breath. I remember my fingers tracing the outline of the tattoos on his bare body as I watched him sleep. Sometimes he would be awoken during the early morning hours, that moment just before the sun rises. I would smile and apologize for interrupting his slumber. Without saying a word, he would pull me towards him and kiss me as he runs his fingers through my hair. And that's all it took. A gaze. A smile. A touch. And I would lose all control.

"Let's go inside." He mutters as he opens the door.



The house is empty. Suddenly, I become very aware that it's just the two of us in here. For all I know, his wife and kids could be roaming around town. They could be back at any minute. But at this moment, I feel a tightness in my chest as I stand behind him, scanning the back of his body.

"Do you want anything to drink?" He asks.

"No, thank you. I won't be long." Wait, what am I saying? That would have given me an excuse to hang around just a little bit longer. I'm very intrigued by him.



I hear a growl behind me. I turn around, expecting a large dog with a menacing look. Instead, I see a little runt attacking a chair. He is really tearing that thing up!!



"Dozer!! Stop that! Sorry, he does that sometimes." He apologizes, looking a bit embarrassed.

"He's really cute though. Too bad I'm more into large dogs."

"Ahhh, I see. I do have a large dog, but he's not up for adoption."

"It's okay. I'll just have to keep checking the ads."

"Well, if you give me your information, I can call you if I something comes up."

"You really don't have to do that."

"Well, it would at least give me an excuse to call you."

His brownish hazel eyes are intense now, hoping that I will give him the green light. He must be single. Unless he's a dog that just doesn't care if he has a wife or girlfriend.

"Here's my number." I hand him a piece of paper with my new cell number on it. My old Bridgeport cell number has already been disconnected.

"Thanks. By the way, here's my card. If you ever need anything repaired, call me."

"You're a repairman?" Maybe he can also fix my heart.

"Yes, maam. I'm the best in town." He grins.

Do I look old or something? People have been calling me maam a lot.

The way he says it sounds hot though. He has a mild country accent. My breath gets caught in my throat. I'm usually not into bearded men, but there's something sexy and masculine about him. I can already picture him in my house, shirtless with a large toolbelt, under the kitchen sink. I can already picture his beard tickling my chin as his lips touch mine. Wait, why am I thinking like this??

"We'll see about that." I grin back.



I can't believe I just said that. Did I just flirt with him? I giggle on the way home, thrilled at the fact that I have something to look forward to. His call.



When I pull up to the driveway, it dawns on me that I haven't seen Mr. Nunu all day. I miss him!! Then I start to feel guilty. I hope he was able to keep himself entertained and fed.  Seeing his beautiful face just makes everything okay. Whatever I cried about last night, it doesn't seem to be as important. He looks surprised to see me as well.

"Hi, baby! What did you do today? Are you enjoying the pretty view?"

His ears perk up.



"And you've been such a good boy. You've been handling the move pretty well. You let me ride you, brush your hair and clean your hooves.  I even saw you exercising yourself when I got back.  What a smart boy!"

All of a sudden, he jumps up on all fours. At first, I thought he was going to huff at me again. But he has a serene look on his face.  Then I realize that he's excited about being praised!! He's just over the moon with all of the positive things I had to say.  Well, what do you know? He listens, and he responds to encouragement. Way to go, Mr. Nunu!

"Something in your eyes
Makes me wanna lose myself
Makes me wanna lose myself
In your arms
There's something in your voice,
Makes my heart beat fast
Hope this feeling lasts
The rest of my life"



"I'm so proud of you. You have no idea how grateful I am to have you in my life. You're all I have right now." I whisper softly.  For the first time, I can feel the love and trust radiate from within him. He closes his eyes as he savors the warmth of my hands. 

We are connected. 

"If you knew how lonely 
My life has been
And how long I've been so alone
And if you knew how
I wanted someone 
To come along
And change my life
The way you've done
It feels like home to me
It feels like home to me"

*Copyright 2011 Lyn C.S.*
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"Feels Like Home" by Chantal Kreviazuk
Video by: Monique1203

Chapter Five (Need You Now)

Previously, on "Memoirs Of A City Girl":
Ch. 4 (Just The Two Of Us)
-Scattering hay for the first time, I realized how much work living on a ranch involves.
-As I brushed Mr. Nunu, I gained a new-found respect for the presence of his size.
-He likes being groomed, and I assured him that I will take care of him.
-He let me stroke his face just a little bit longer.
-As I spanned the glorious view from my backyard, I began to understand why I moved to this town.





Location: The Watering Hole Saloon
Date: Saturday, 10/22/11
Time: 9:21 p.m.

Later that night, I decide to go out.  This house is just too big and quiet, and it will give me too much time to think. About the family I left behind. The friends I will probably never see again...at least not for a very long time. The life, hopes and dreams that I gave up...with the man that I spent the last two years with. Seeing his face in my mind brings a stabbing pain to my battered heart. Those pale blue eyes that have the ability to make me lose my breath when they gaze into mine. I can't even think of what went wrong right now. I won't make it a week in this town if I let myself get vulnerable.

What's the best way to move on? Should I just get out there, meet people and have fun? That's exactly what I'm going to do. There are no clubs in this town, but I passed by this bar called The Watering Hole Saloon. Wow. I haven't heard the word saloon since I watched one of those 1800's western movies when I was a kid. Seriously, who still says saloon these days?



When I pull up to the front, the presence of this historic-looking building is hard to ignore. It has two stories with a wrap-around porch. The original architectural detail is still evident. I can just imagine former residents of this town arriving in their horse and buggy, ready to unwind after a hard day's work. Since this is a saloon, the majority of the customers were probably drunk, sweaty, bearded men. And the few women that actually frequented this place were probably...women of the night.

As I pass through the swinging doors, I can hear the vibration of roots music playing. The place smells like a mixture of cigarettes, damp wood, cheap bar food and beer.

I'm already feeling apprehensive. This place is nothing like the posh, modern lounges and dance clubs in Bridgeport. They're not even playing the type of music I like.



I expected fat, greasy old men in leather jackets that look like they could be related to Chewbacca. Instead, I see two men who look pretty...normal. Hmmm...maybe they just moved here too.  Neither of them are really my type, but at this point I guess I can't be too picky. It wouldn't hurt to make some new friends in this town.



"Hey, you wanna dance?" The man in braids asks as he approaches me.

Do I really feel like dancing with him? He doesn't look very friendly. Ah, what the heck. Maybe that's what I need.

"Sure."

It takes us a few minutes to find the dance floor. Only to find...none. What kind of saloon doesn't have a dance floor?? We end up dancing behind the bar.



"You're cute. What's your name?" He asks.

"Umm..thanks. I'm Lyn. What's yours?

"Zac. I haven't seen you around here."

"I just moved here."



He gets this really intense look in his eyes, which creep me out a little bit. I'm not sure if he wants to drag me into the alley to have his way with me or if he's just really into the music. I don't think I'm ready for this type of attention quite yet. I wait until the song finishes to thank him for the dance.

"That was fun." I mutter.

"You wanna go again?"

"Actually, I'm going to get some food. Thank you though." It's true. I'm starving.



Mmmmm...chicken wings. I haven't had these in a long time.  Buttery, salty and greasy.  My worst sinful nemesis, but they are soooo good.  My mom would always fuss at me about my eating habits, but all of her nagging just made me want to rebel even more.  



I see another guy by the bar. To my disappointment...he's not my type either. Behind him, the one with the glasses is starting to look decent. Compared to the other two. I guess it's true what they say. Hotness depends on who you're being compared to.



"Hi there.  I'm Lyn.  I saw you downstairs." I offer my hand.

"Ohhh...hi.  Nice to meet you, Lyn.  I'm Kenji." His hand feels nice and warm.

"Are you from around here?" I make an attempt at conversation.

"No, I'm not. I just moved here about a month ago. I'm on an archeology assignment, so I'll be here for a year."

"You're an archeologist?"

"Yes. I'm from Sunset Valley. That's where I grew up."

"That's awesome. I'm from Bridgeport myself."

"What about you? What brings you here?"

It's more like what made me leave Bridgeport. Change the subject.

"I just want to get away from the city. A change of pace, you know?"

"I know what you mean. Bridgeport is a a big city. It can get really hectic."



"What kind of music do you like?" He asks.

"All kinds, as long as it's created by talent. What about you?" 

"I love classical music. "



"I just bought a ranch. Well, it's more so my horse can have a place to sleep." For some reason I feel comfortable telling him this.

"Haha. Lucky horse. What's his name?"

"Mr. Nunu. He already stole my heart." At that comment, he holds his gaze just a little bit longer and smiles.

"He sounds awesome."



Out of the corner of my eye, I see a woman rubbing her belly. She looks like she's about four or five months pregnant. The side to side motion of her hand on her belly causes me to clutch my own stomach. Flashbacks of excruciating pain rudely interrupt my thoughts, making me wish I can just go inside a dark hole and hide.



The sight of the mixologists' ridiculously endowed chest distracts me from the phantom lower abdominal pain for a second. But it doesn't last long.  It feels like I'm being split in half from the inside, causing me to take sharp breaths.  



Even Kenji's attempt to get to know me can't snap me out of my own mortifying discomfort.

"Picture perfect memories
Scattered all around the floor
Reaching for the phone 'cause
I can't fight it anymore
And I wonder if I
Ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time"

To make matters worse, this song comes on. The sound of his name seems to echo through the room.  It's as if he just barged through the swinging door, and everything stops frozen, even time.  He dances around me like a cruel ghost, taunting me...haunting me...reeling me into the past like a fish trying to escape the fierce grip of a hook.  Is this a joke? Is somebody really messing with me up there??



"I have to go." I interrupt, as I start to feel suffocated.  Now I wish I had stayed home.

"Already?" Disappointment takes over his face.

"Yeah. I'm just tired."

"Here's my number. Call me up if you ever want to hang out or if you just feel like chatting." He offers as he hands me a piece of paper.

"I will. Have a good night."

"You too."



I had to get away from that place. Seeing that pregnant woman and hearing that song just triggered bittersweet memories of him and pieces of the life that we used to share. It was all too much to deal with. Running to the car, I take deep breaths just to prevent the tears from falling. They are drowning my eyes, and they feel very heavy.

Just make it to the truck. Just make it to the truck.



As soon as I close the door and turn the keys, the tears cascade down my cheeks. They burn on my skin. They wet the top of my blouse. And just when I thought fate had the last laugh, the very same song that I ran away from comes on the radio.

"It's a quarter after one
I'm all alone
And I need you now
Said I wouldn't call
But I've lost all control
And I need you now"

Wiping my tears, I stop running from the words. I stop fighting the pain. This is the first time I have allowed myself to think about him. This is the first time I have allowed myself to miss him.

And just like the song, I need him now more than ever.

*Copyright 2011 Lyn C.S.*
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"Need You Now" by Lady Antebellum
Video by: LadyAntebellumVEVO

Chapter Four (Just The Two Of Us)

Previously, on "Memoirs Of A City Girl":
Ch. 3 (A Beautiful Morning)
-Upon being awoken by the beautiful sunrise, I was glad to be alive.
-I decided to check out the town.
-I passed by the local hospital but didn't feel ready to get a job yet.
-The Fox family had pets up for adoption, so I was able to meet the beautiful animals in their ranch.
-I got to experience bottle-feeding a foal for the first time.





Location: 1012 Pomona Promenade
Date: Saturday, 10/22/11
Time: 8:30 a.m.


The next morning, I try to get over my disappointment of not being able to take Willow home. I wanted her, the same way I wanted Mr. Nunu and the ranch when I first saw them. She's so adorable with her big brown eyes and caramel color, and she would have made a great companion for this beast. She's a girl and a baby. If he has problems getting along with her then maybe he has some serious psychological issues.

Back in Bridgeport, I would have already been doing my rounds at the hospital. Here in Appaloosa Plains, I am staring at a large bale of hay. I guess I'll have to spread it out if I don't want the beast to starve. After 10 minutes of pulling and dragging, I feel exhausted. My body starts to feel warm, and little beads of sweat begin to appear on my skin.  

Holy shit, this is a lot of work!! How do farm people do this everyday?



I've never brushed a horse before. I cautiously approach the beast as calmly as possible so I don't make him nervous. Surprisingly, he doesn't budge when the brush makes contact with his body. After he huffed at me the other night, I learned to respect his space. Gently, I brush his underside until all of the loose hair comes out, and his coat feels nice and soft. Being this close to him, the reality of his size and presence start to sink in. He is massive, and his head is at least a foot taller than me.

"You're a good boy, yes you are. You look so handsome with your hair brushed!" I whisper, feeling a sense of peace as I he lets me explore his body. Brushing a horse's hair is definitely different from brushing a dog's hair. There must be a certain level of trust for it to be possible.

"I see the crystal raindrops fall
And the beauty of it all
When the sun comes shining through
To make those rainbows in my mind
When I think of you some time
And I want to spend some time with you"



With his developing trust in me, I seize this moment by cupping his face with my hands. Softly, I trace the contour of his cheeks, muzzle and forehead. He seems to like it since he's standing still, slightly leaning towards me.

"That's a good boy, Mr. Nunu. I love how calm you are. Thank you for letting me brush you."



Feeling confident, I also use this opportunity to clean his hooves.

"Mr. Nunu, see where my face is? Please don't let one go."



"See, that wasn't so bad, was it? You are such a good horsie, yes you are! You were such a good boy while I was cleaning you. Yes you were!" I coo, feeling so proud of myself that I didn't get gassed out, doo-doo bombed or kicked in the face.

He looks pleased as well. 

Wow, I just groomed a horse!



"I'll take care of you. Don't you worry." I whisper in his ear.  Hearing that, he lets me touch his face...just a little bit longer. 

"Just the two of us
We can make it if we try
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
Building castles in the sky
Just the two of us
You and I"



To get him used to me as a handler, I walk around with him on lead.  He hasn't shown any sign of distress after 10 minutes. Taking a deep breath, I try to mount him again.



So far, so good. I have to remind myself that trust can't be rushed. So I just let him have free rein to help him feel comfortable with me on his back.

 "Poor thing, all that walking must have made you thirsty." I gently run my hand along his graceful back.

It's really cool to ride a horse and watch him drink. An animal must suppress his instincts just to accommodate a human riding his back and bossing him around. It truly is amazing how intelligent and trusting they can be.



As Mr. Nunu eats his breakfast, I savor the magnificent view of my own backyard. They say money can't buy happiness, but it can certainly buy a sense of ownership. Feeling his muscles under my leg, I feel one with the beast as I stand tall, scanning the landscape. I am a part of this land, and the land is a part of me. Right now, at this moment, this is why I came to Appaloosa Plains. To take ownership of my own life. To finally regain control of my own destiny.

I can only imagine what the pioneers must have felt when they saw this very same view. The vast space of rolling hills and flowing lakes.



Sadly, I can't even control my own balance when I dismount. 

Alright, that's it. I'm signing up for riding lessons.

*Copyright 2011 Lyn C.S.*
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"Just The Two Of Us" by Bill Withers
Video by: kaattz