On a Shuttle to Nowheresville (5.12.2012)

“Arriving at NoWheresVille in 5 minutes!” 

I look out the window, my head bouncing against the window as we go through a particularly bad patch of wind. 

The trees whipped past at an incredible rate. I was excited to go home to Nowhere. But, at the same time … I dreaded it. I didn’t have a true reason. I couldn’t shake it.  

Stepping off the train, I look around. Inhale the scent of home. With a screaming of wheels on metal the train sped away. 

I look around, it’s empty. 

No one lives in Nowheresville. 

Empty wind screams through empty houses. 

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!