For Pleasure

I have been coming here for years. Ever since I can remember, the smell of a barn was second nature to me. Every morning I would wake myself up, have already decided was riding attire I would wear for this morning’s lesson, and be on my way Tally Ho. The early morning of Miami’s dew with a low-lit morning fog, I paused as I stood in front of my second home. How blessed am I to have a small piece of heaven so close to me. The thought made me look nothing more than to stroll up to Teddy’s stall and see his lovely dark bay face greet me. His eyes, only speak the truest of emotions; he calms me in every way. His proud snorting only makes me want to better myself and become a stronger woman, a stronger rider. In my eyes, a day riding is never time wasted, time wasted I could be used riding. Barthes goes into detail in his Road to Text excerpt on the subject of pleasure. “Certainly there exists a pleasure of the work; I can delight in reading and re-reading…” (Barthes 163) I find my pleasure in riding, with Teddy, with the smell of the barn. Nothing can ever replace this emotion, for this is my little peace of heaven for my tranquility.

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