There’s still snow on the ground. A lot of it. If I close my eyes and turn my head towards the window in my bedroom, I can pretend like it might be summer sometime soon.
Listen for the crickets. Strain to hear the horses whinnying in the distance. Breathe in deep and maybe the faint smell of flyspray will tickle your nose.
I’m not one to wish time away, but given the chance, I’d probably trade the next few months just to be back in my jeans and tank top, swatting at flies, in waist-high grass with the Crosby Stables herd grazing just past the tree line. You can’t see them, but you can hear them- the occasional snort, a little squeal, Fraser whinnying because he got left behind and can’t find his buddies.
Evenings like this one, spent photographing fun, beautiful girls and their perfect horses, are what get me through winters like this one.
So, bring on the long, warm sun rays, lazily pouring through the leaves on the trees behind us, best friends and horses with matching names. I’m ready.