My Love,

Jump on my horse Misty with me... as we did the very first time we met,




Riding through the forest between the quiet trees and fern covered logs... we hear the voices of unseen thrushes and and warblers.

Now breath in deeply the smell of the sage and brush as we ride out of the trees on the trail in Lost Canyon, along the crumbling basalt waterfall, long since dried in the summer heat... then down across the slow moving moss-filled creek under the shady oaks...

Break out on the ocean where the waves are crashing on the shore, spilling their foamy spray on our faces as we ride along the beach...

This is true bliss.