Flicka

This evening Renee and I, both being horsie people, went to opening night of Flicka. It seems that whenever I mention that word to anybody they look at me strangely. It's basically a chick flicky horse movie. Oh my goodness, it was cathartic. Very powerful acting. Both of us cried (and let me tell you it is NOT often that I will cry in a movie theatre, I can't recall really having done it before. The only other movie I can think of that makes me cry is Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants. YES, it makes me bawl.)
Sigh
It was good
I swear to god that some day I will have a horse. Some day..
Maybe I can scrape together enough money to ride again at my old barn over the summer.. but with paying for clarinet lessons over the summer (I don't do lessons during the school year) I don't know..
This will likely sound ridiculous to anyone but Renee, but the last line of the movie was about how when she's riding she feels free. And that is exactly how it feels. There is nothing I can even compare to the feeling.. but it is both exhilarating and liberating. I can't let it go. Wild hearts can't be broken. (And I've finally found someone else who knows what that even is!)

Anyways.. sigh how can I get any work done tonight in a mood such as this?



By the way.. I've finally seen someone else on my floor! Another middle aged man.. I couldn't tell you anything else except that his Labrador's name is Hunter! Very sweet dog lol (I love that I don't any of my neighbours' names but now I know the dog's name)