“And indeed, a horse who bears himself proudly is a thing of such beauty
and astonishment that he attracts the eyes of all beholders.
No one will tire of looking at him as long as
he will display himself in his splendor.”
Xenophon

We rode for hours. Riding through the wild oat fields with oats as tall as the hocks of our horses legs. The smell of the wild oats and lavender lingering in the air as we rode.

We rode through the eucalyptus woods so thick with trees, they covered the trail to the sky. The strong minty, pine, honey scent of eucalyptus lingered as we left the woods.

We rode as the sun began to set. The salty air of the sea drawing us near to the sea, wading through the low tide where the sea meets the sunset.

Shine On