The Steel Horse

My steel horse, tride and true. She never fails me. She’s swift like a striking snake. Today was a beautiful day and so we rode. A cool breeze sucking me into it’s vortex ¬†encompasses me as we take to a limitless road at great speed. I feel alive as I draw breath from Autumn’s dusk. There is a certain satisfaction, a feeling I only get when on the road with her, my steel horse.