The view we all know and love, from a perspective not everyone can enjoy — the “between the ears” shot that horse people everywhere take and share.
Add to this that lately the sunsets have burned incandescent, diaphanous streaks of pink, purple, and orange across the evening’s twilight.
Walking with Eli, I see all this. What else is there that could produce such simple, awestruck joy?
If you can ride at sunset, ride at sunset.