Raised between steel and concrete mountains, overpopulation, frustration and smog, there was just never time to breathe deep. Late, hurrying, forgetting, wanting to forget, never realizing the seducing calm of that hill, cloaked by the busy bodies creating constant chaos on the street.
Quickly the hill was replaced by the deafening sounds of blasting of horns, and horse powered engines going nowhere. A noise took hold of me, it was unlike any I'd heard before, and the fact that I heard it over the bustle stirred curiosity, I had to get there.
Just over that hill was the most amazing sight, hundreds of glistening majestic horses being led into a gated pen. My eyes fell upon the most beautiful creature I had ever seen, mounted atop of that Goliath of a mammal, was a man commanding all things with a nod and a grin.
A historically accurate cowboy hat was fitted just so, keeping the light from the sun out of his eyes. Quiet whistles and small clicks were all he uttered, and as if speaking a secret language the magnificent animals obeyed to my surprise.
The control that man had over himself and his surroundings was a display I had never before seen demonstrated this way. The urge to grab a saddle and mount up was intoxicating, but fear of the unknown and a Coward's demeanor kept my feet in the grass, to this day.
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