autumn#one.

we pray to you,

that our words,

& our deeds,

& the smiles we give,

show your love.

(quoted from my clementine)

it's on these mornings when the dust is climbing.

that I feel the most alive.

action.

amidst the fall colours,

daring the mountains.

the sun sneaks its way through the maze of dust and cowboys and it's glow hits weary worn leather, creating a picture.

that is only accomplished by viewing it.

the leather is tired.

but it still shines.

cowboy hats are bouncing.

seeking cows in the far corners.

to bring them close.

thier breathe hitting morning air.

my heart is beating fast, perhaps in time with my horses trot. why does this give me adrenaline?

frigdes slap against boots.

spurs sing.

little hannah, her blue roan running graceful.

we do thumbs up.

cattle liners churn the dust, thier loud voices carrying across the clear alberta sky.

nose to tail the trucks line up.

patient. waiting thier turns.

cowboys lean against fences.

numbers & orders & hand motions,

black against pink sky.

I am describing this for my memory,

capturing every moment into my heart.

so many wranglers.

so many boots.

so many hats sillouhetted.

I am happy here, sitting on my horse.

watching my life.

watching ropes whistle.

watching graceful dancing horses.

watching the boss point out orders.

soaking it in.

once again, I will never stop feeling overwhelmed,

with this passion.

nature plus cowboys. cowboys plus horses.

horses plus God. God plus you.

perhaps I am in this,

or perhaps I am only dreaming.

the fall colours will continue to pop,

like brand new crayons,

at bible school.

the sun sinks.

the horses roll.

dirt sticking to sweaty backs.

another day done.