WHY WOMEN LOVE HORSES When I inhale horse breath, sweet and familiar, I can picture my girlhood, see the ground blur green, feel the damp joy of muck and liberty clinging to my brow, my thighs, under my nails.
I didn't know until you wrote it that this is why horses have held such a large part of my soul for my entire life, but it absolutely is.
I have come back to this over the past couple of days. It resonates so much.
A wildness that can never be tamed.
I didn't know until you wrote it that this is why horses have held such a large part of my soul for my entire life, but it absolutely is.
I have come back to this over the past couple of days. It resonates so much.
A wildness that can never be tamed.