Short Stop

First week of February and it's bitter cold and there's nothing to do about it. Just grin and bear it. Hunker down and get through it.  My dreams have been wild and woolly and all about it sorting through conflict and guilt. But last night or I should say early in the morning just before rising I was blessed with a dream so fair that I had to blog about it.  It was early in the racing season. People were unsettled and anxious to ship in and get going. Get the racing season going. But I am not. I always hang back and wait. It's way too cold. It's too hard on the horses and the people. Wait I always say; wait until the muscles in your back don't tighten up to a hard string, wait until you can relax and fill your chest with warm air.  Everyone was bustling around me. Setting up. Erecting, cleaning, raking their sheds. I saw that arrogant bitch Gail C shipping in with her Florida ready horses. Hope that they get a real blast of cold air. That poor Tony (if he's stil...