Vision Fading

His whole world— destroyed. 

“Don’t you know I love you?”  she had asked with a smile. 

He had just grunted that morning, not awake as he readied for work. 

“See you tonight! Be home on time!” she had called. 

He blinked, not sure if the wet on his cheeks were tears or rain. 

Hearing the deep rolling of wheels, he jerked out of the way of a group of skateboarders.

With a tremendous smash, his body collided with a car and he limply rolled to the black tar. Vision fading, he saw her beautiful face. His eyes closed in death.  

An Accident?!?!

I feel the power of my horse through his saddle. I feel the thrill of the ride through his feet. I feel his excitement in the rhythm of his movements. His power makes me bold; his thrill makes me exhilarated; his excitement gives me the urge to go faster.

His mane and tail fly with the wind and the steady thrump of his hoof pounds into the ground. We gallop across the open field, free as the breeze rolling over the distant hills. I feel the power of my horse through his feet. And some say creation was an accident!

5.23.11-sneeze

I do not understand how it happened so fast. Somehow my car ended up in some random person's front yard. I had crashed into an odd, flamboyant and very large display of Springish lawn adornments. Crashing, my car had, itself become a not so creative yard decoration. Oh, that fateful morning! When the police arrived they were thankful to see that no one was hurt but very curious as to how it happened. When asked, my answer was, “I am so sorry officer, it really was an accident. I was very peacefully driving to work and, well, I sneezed.”