I realize that never a day passes without me thinking about equines.

While walking in the middle of Marina Square, Wayne was on the phone and i found myself looking at my reflection on one of the shops glass panel. Sure everyone looks at their reflections on glass panels. But i was looking at my posture and my arm postition as though i was riding. That expression on Wayne's face was priceless.

Even on the bus.. or in the car, i'd imagine that the lane markings on the roads were fences and i'd actually picture a little horse jumping over them as each line approaches. The right timing and distance for take off.

If those wern't enough, i'd dream of having a 17.5Hh well muscled bay or dappled grey Danish Warmblood. Able to be ridden with his head on the vertical line and in a frame with true impulsion. Riding a nice canter in the 20m x 60m arena. Doing flying changes, piaffes, pirouettes... lateral movements.

How i wish someone would be kind and able enough to sponsor me. I'd be the happiest person on Earth. Oh God, please make this work. Please. I swear there won't be any more nonsense from me. I'll promise to buy tissue from roadside aunties. Even the one at the Cineleisure traffic light who comes and goes in a white Mercedes.

suri thought at 12:18 AM