Memories of the rider I was decades ago, galloping bareback, seat balanced in the bliss of ignorance. Thirty years later, there's a war between my mind's love of flying and my body's memory of falling. I just want to ride again without fear.
Friday, April 29, 2011
He slipped on the pavement and lost his rider. Oh well, there were only two billion people watching from around the world. Who hasn't been embarrassed sometime in life? He was just fine. (And his rider was too.)