THE DREAM RIDER

OH HOW I WANTED TO RIDE TONIGHT. 
Beautiful late summer evening on the heels of a hellastressful day. 
But, the day bled into the night shifting the ride to a dream. 
I closed my eyes, and sucked a giant breath of office air. 
The pressure built and built...

I let that breath slowly seep out and carry my soul
to another place with roads smooth as glass
and trails dressed with spring grass.  

The wind blowing through my locks whisking the day away,
freeing my mind back to flow,
my body easily letting go.

Dream riding.