Antlers in the Grass

Wanderlust and Lipstick

The beefy woman on the big black horse in front of me seemed to sway her hips extravagantly from side to side, as if on purpose. Her kind gelding dutifully lowered his head and continued to stride smoothly through tall summer grasses and crushed wildflowers.

There I was in thrift chic denim glory – surrounded by simple, rugged beauty, in the middle of a trip I spent years planning. And all I could focus on was the hip action, head bobbing and unpleasant traits of a stranger. Maybe the rhythmic movement of my own horse had put me in some kind of ancient Sangre de Cristo Mountains mean trance of shallowness. Or maybe I just needed to change my dashboard scenery.

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