I never imagined that a quiet afternoon trail ride—something I had always considered a peaceful escape—would turn into a moment that would shake my marriage in ways I didn’t see coming.
Riding has always been one of the few things that clears my mind.
The steady rhythm of the horse beneath me, the soft rustle of leaves overhead, the calming sound of wind brushing through the trees—it all becomes a kind of therapy.
That day, the sunlight filtered gently through the branches, casting warm golden patches across the dirt path. It felt like the kind of day you take a picture of simply to remember the feeling.