Mental Images

When I woke this morning and looked out of my window at all this snow, one mental image popped into my mind immediately: riding in the snow.

Here's how it was in my mind:

I'm riding my (spotless) horse in the snow bareback, his mane is flowing, he's prancing like a parade horse. We canter through the snow, I'm of course helmetless, so my hair is streaming back behind me, as well as his tail.


Here's how it really would have gone:

I'll be riding my horse, who is covered with mud and snow around. I'm slipping and sliding on his wet, muddy back, desperately grabbing for his mane (that needs to be pulled). All of a sudden, I feel his legs moving higher. We're prancing! No...we're falling. Abner would have stepped on a slippery spot, pulling me down with him. I'd stand up, victorious that I managed to fall onto my feet, without getting myself muddy. I raise my arms in victory, but I pull myself off balance, falling into the mud.


I'll leave the snow riding to the reindeer, thanks. :)





I think Abner resembles Rudolph a little bit.





And yes, we do have Christmas Spirit.