It seems I’m on a kick with these horsey posts. I think it’s because I keep dreaming about horses. Just riding them. And loving it. In my dreams, I ride horses that are perfect. They do what I want, listening to the slightest pressure of my calf and the tug of the rein. And, I have a perfect position. You could draw a straight line from my shoulder to my hip to my heel. And another from the bit to my hand to my elbow. I usually ride greys in my dreams, but I’m not opposed to bays like this cute little guy… Anyway, enjoy this small post. A little barn scene.