When I woke up in the morning I knew that today is the day
for meeting my best friend Radar. Radar looks absolutely gorgeous. His
black expressive thoughtful eyes are always slightly sad. His moistened
nostrils puff up, that is usually followed by sniffing. He breaths
snoring, sometimes bearing his healthy teeth as if he were smiling. His
muscular body with smooth skin, his slender tall legs, his magnificently
shaped head look the picture of health and passion.
Every single day I look forward to meeting my faithful
friend , while saving for him his favorite dainties - pieces of sugar.
Shortly after getting to the race course I head into the half-darkened
barn. that pleasantly smells of fresh hay, mixed with the familiar, warm
smell of Radar. Inside the dark silence I can hear him chewing. Suddenly,
as soon as he hears the grinding of an opening lattice door, he raises his
head and the rays of the sun, running through the small window, lights his
beautiful head up. I embrace his warm neck, kiss his soft nose and offer
him some sugar. He sniffs me round and I feel that he is glad to see me
Almost all day long we spend together. We walk around in
the green field, strewed with small,spring,colorful flowers. The air is
filled with smell of the fresh grass. I share with him all the news I had
gotten up to that time. And then, finally, splitting the air impregnated
with spring, we rush along across the field into the distance, into the
perspective, into nowhere. I feel the power of my reliable friend, while
holding onto his black mane. The speed, moving the bodies in time,
breathing - all of these merge into one, indivisible, something uncathable,
That is the most powerful feeling I have ever experienced.
There is nothing as exciting as riding a horse. I cannot think of a
friend who could be as devoted to me as Radar is. I look forward to... Continues...