We trotted through the woods, galloped up all the hills and pranced through the river, the cold water flying up around us in a huge spray that sparkled in the sunlight.
We rode out onto the hayfields and let Lily and Gracie go, bent low over their necks as we flew around the perimeter of the still-green fields, Charles's grin matching mine.
I looked ahead, at Lily's dark bay ears pricked forward in front of me as she flattened herself over the earth with each stride, chasing our shadow across the ground. Soaring.
And all we knew was joy.
And it was beautiful.