Horses on my mind 

“What are you scared about?”, she asks.

“So many things”, I reply.

I fear falling off.

I fear getting hurt.

I fear shooting off in a full galopp with no control and no breaks. 
I know the horse carries the rush of the adrenaline in my body until we blend into one. 
But then we have a moment when I set the fear aside and my mind takes a step back. 

Then I feel the heat of the blood of Paula – the chestnut Argentine polo pony I’m cantering on along the polo field – and this is what it feels like to be free. 


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