I've got to get out!

The summer has ended. The trips are over, the classes started. And it's hot.

Today was just one of those days. Don't get me wrong, I am happy with my classes and excited about this year's opportunities. But drama from the foreign language office, drama involving friends and just over-drama within myself made me go over the edge.

I've got to get out of here.

After lunch (frozen pizza), I told Robert that I've got to drive around for a while. In my mind I knew exactly where I wanted to go: out of the city and down some gravel roads in the country. I took our boat of a car, our dear '95 Park Avenue out past Eagle Street, out past 35E and went north. Where I would end up, I didn't care. I just need some fresh air.

I turned down some random roads just looking for open fields. I could see a patch of land so I'd turn. I could sense a low-traffic road so I'd turn on that one. Finally, I found what I was looking for. Horses.

I have no idea why, but I've just had this need for a horse's touch. In a secluded street dotted with houses, I pulled off the main road and parked the Beast in the grass. As I walked up to three male horses they, too, made their way towards me.

Oh, this is perfect I thought. They like me. They smell so good. They are so soft, too.

Suddenly, standing there alone with these huge beasts I was overwhelmed and let out a little whimper of a cry. Who knows why. I don't know. It just seemed like this giant coffee-colored horse understood me. I just stood there for a while pretending to be a horse whisperer. They each took a turn standing by me.
In these few moments, there was no sound of cars or buses. No pedestrians walking everywhere. Not a single car went by. No clock tower bells. Nothing. Just me and the horses and the wind.

Thank you, Lord, for the silence and these few minutes to myself.

No cares. No drama. No reasons.

This is why I love the country and this is where I want to end up someday.

I drove back to Denton with the AC turned up and the radio turned off. I stopped at Beth Marie's little ice cream diner on the square for a cherry vanilla coke from the old-fashioned soda fountain and wondered what life was like in the 50s.

But here I am, now, just taking a breather.

On with the week.