Trails beneath my feet
We've done a lot of hiking lately, walking through parks and open spaces where we used to mountain bike. It's a bit odd being here, with the ghost sounds of tires on rock and the soft jangle of gears shifting.
But I also thought of hours and miles, riding the trails on the back of my horse. The feel of a big horse underneath me, my fingers opening on the reins to let a thousand pounds loose to gallop through the woods. I miss those days, all those horses I got to ride. I think the ghostly sounds of hooves striking softly on dirt will always be with me, no matter how many years go by.