Heaven - NaSePiMo

Saturday I was feeling a bit down so I loaded Mr. Dee and his pal Chase into the horse trailer and headed to the beach.

It was a beautiful day. The air was a mild 65 degrees, as was the ocean temps. And blue skies... beautiful blue skies.

As we galloped, splashing a long the water's edge, I felt the negativity that I had been carrying melt away. Dee's ears were perked as he leaped and galloped through the waves, undoubtedly enjoying himself as much as I was. The rhythmic pounding of his hooves on the sand filled my head as I closed my eyes, let go of the reins and held my arms out, feeling the wind surround me and wondered if there would ever be such a perfect moment ever again.

As the tide started to come in, we untacked and brought the horses back down to the beach to roll in the warm, soft sand. As if he were entertaining the gathered crowd, Dee rolled, got up, laid back down and rolled again. The more people laughed, the more he'd do it.

I brought him back down to the water where he pawed and snorted at the waves. Sadly, in New England, by the time the ocean water warms up to a bearable temperature, summer is over. On this day the air temperature and water temperature were about the same, making it actually delightful to go for a swim, although Dee and I were the only beach-goers to actually swim.

I hadn't actually planned on getting totally wet but the water felt great and there is nothing like swimming with your horse out in the ocean's waves, especially BIG waves.

But once we got over our heads I realized my riding boots, filled with a few gallons of water, were now acting like cement shoes and decided it was time to head back to shore, salvage some dry clothes and head home.

I couldn't imagine a more perfect day.