The moon woke me up the past two mornings around 3 a.m. Its brightness shown through my large west window in my bedroom and shadows danced on the fence as the night air whispered secrets in the trees. I got up, checked the baby, and sat at the kitchen table looking across the back yard.
I would like to ride under this moon. Unsure how my horse will handle, I may walk him across the field early morning before the sun rises and ride him only in the round corral just to see what he does. Yes. I may do that tomorrow morning.