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Spirit lived up to his name as he pranced through the knee deep snow. He and I were way ahead of Paige carrying Paul. These horses are best friends and best enemies too. They do not seem to find any pleasure in carrying us right beside each other the way we would walk, but insist on leading or following. I was so pleased that the ride Spirit chose to provide today was unusually smooth. He almost tip toed through the snow. The ride felt like a sine curve with a great amplitude! I rested in the saddle as if in a dream.
When I looked up to admire the white, puffy clouds in the beautiful, blue sky, I realized that the clouds are not actually white. The snow decorating each tree top was white enough to prove the clouds gray. Snow provides the reference color by which we define the others.
Spirit is willing to respond to my requests when I make them, but I enjoy giving my horse some freedom. He is old and doesn't exercise much, so I don't want to push him hard. I like to let him taste the leaves he finds enticing. Today, he tried white pine needles. Even he wasn't impressed. Occasionally he likes to quicken his step, especially if Paige is close behind. He is a good horse. We should ride more often.