I had a dream, a dream of having wind weave her fingers through my hair, her touch billowing against my face, all the while carried on a horse. I yearned to do so, far more than anything else. It was my dream, the dream that which fuelled me and my soul which ached for riding. I attended races, rides and shows zealously, with the hopes that one day, I would be able to ride a horse.
I thought about it as I attended kindergarten, romanticized about it as I sat through lessons, dreamt about it during naptime. It was an integral part of me, that dream, which were present from dawn to dusk. There was nothing I wished for more badly than that; and evidence of it is still peppered across my life, from my collection of figurines to 3 dimensional pictures hanging on the wall.
And then, it happened. My wish was fulfilled. It came suddenly, as swift as the bolt which strikes, one day it wasn’t there, the next, there. The opportunity arose, I grabbed it with all that passion despite all the disappointingly close brushes I had previously. I grabbed it, and I got it.
I remember him, sweet, patient, kind. He was tame too, obedient, so unlike the others. I adored him, admired him and his chestnut hair and white star upon his brow, his understanding eyes which seem to follow you through the room and his familiar smell of warmth and life. He was one who would obey your command without objection, one which you could rely on and reward with pats, hugs and kisses. He was the object of my attention, despite his fear of left-walls.
Of course there were others too; I see them so clearly now, all so familiar from a time long gone- Annabelle and Chelsea, slow but steady, Banjo, that fiery mischief blazing in his eyes, Queenie, she who was diminutive in stature but made up for it in zest, Juniper, now only a memory we remember with reverence.
I can see them now, all of different shape, sizes and markings. They were each unique as us individuals, with their qualities and characteristics, likes and dislikes. And no doubt, they were as human in mind as any one of us.
But all that is now a dream once more. As swiftly as I was handed the wild freedom I luxuriated in, it was snatched back, reluctantly. It’s missed much, for I dream of it over and over again, wishing, wanting.
But last weekend, last Sunday holds an event that brought up these memories, raw and fresh. I was fortunate enough to have gotten tickets for Cavalia. It was a wonder, I admit, watching those great beasts cantering down the stage and the astounding flexibility of the gymnasts. It was a boisterous event filled with applause and laughter, and something that brought a fresh perspective on the circus. It was a night to remember, indeed.
Cold days have been coming - hence the need for warm, soothing food.
I've got steamed oatmeal here, and a grapefruit bowl to go with it, one that I all but pulverised (hey, it was my first time trying a grapefruit!). It's made rustic with a spicery syrup and some yogurt to the side, which I tossed some saffron onto, and an acorn I found at the golf course during the weekend.
Enjoy the sweet citrusy burst of flavours and remember, stay warm!