The specific sounds from my childhood all relate to horses - the lovely clip clop of a gentle walk and the thundering hooves of a gallop. Sitting astride a horse and hearing those noises is exquisite. There is nothing else on earth to equal it.
Mostly I remember walking down a Cinder Path and hearing the crunch of the cinders beneath the feet of a very tired horse on the way home from an afternoon of riding and being as free as air. This isn't me or my ride, but I guess we cut a very similar figure my palomino and me.
It was a love affair for sure - I loved the sound of feet, the soft whinny when i would approach and the gentle nuzzling of my hands for the treat I always had.
That was yesterday and yesterday's gone.
Love and hugs,
Linda
0 comments:
Post a Comment
Thank you for taking the time to read this blog and for commenting.
Linda.