Some trips fade fast, but this one keeps replaying in my head. A May morning on horseback through an Arkansas forest felt calm in a way that is hard to describe until you are in it.
The trail moved under a canopy of green, light flickering through leaves, hooves tapping a steady rhythm on the ground. I remember spotting a deer ahead, completely still for a second, then gone.
The air carried pine and that clean scent after recent rain. Nothing rushed, nothing loud, just a steady, quiet kind of focus…