The sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the open field, and the world feels distant—quiet, as if the earth itself is holding its breath. With every stride, we fall into a rhythm, a shared pulse that moves us forward. The wind brushes my face, wild and free, and for a fleeting moment, I forget where I end and he begins.
There’s a freedom here that goes beyond the wide, open spaces we cross. It’s in the silent understanding between us, a trust that has been built over time, with every shared glance and movement. His muscles ripple beneath me, steady and sure, like the earth itself—a reminder that we are part of something much larger than ourselves. We are not just two beings moving across the land; we are a force in motion, one pulse, one heart.
The world beyond us seems to blur, and all that remains is the sound of hooves meeting earth, the rush of wind, the beat of our hearts in sync. There are no words between us, but none are needed. He knows when I lean forward, when I pause, when I give him the space to roam freely. I can feel it in the way he shifts, the way he carries me without hesitation, as if he knows that we are bound together, that this moment is ours alone.
The ground beneath us is soft, yet steady, and each step feels like we are carving our path in the world together. There is a gentleness in his stride, but a power too, hidden beneath the surface. It’s the kind of strength that doesn’t need to show off—it simply is. The wind shifts, swirling around us, but it doesn’t pull me away. Instead, it seems to wrap around us, like the earth itself is holding us in place.
The reins in my hands feel alive, warm from the sun, and the steady rhythm of his movements pulses through my body, a reminder that we are connected in this moment, in this space.
I trust him—no matter the distance we travel, I know he’ll take care of me, guiding us through whatever comes next.
As we pause by the edge of the field, I lean in, resting my hand on his neck. His breath is steady, warm beneath my fingertips, and I feel it like a promise. The world breathes again, but it’s different now. We’re not the same as when we started—together, we’ve touched something greater.
His name means “bolt,” and in this moment, I understand why.
“Don’t leave me,” I whisper, knowing we’re already bound together in this wild, untamed world.