They say there is a calm before the storm. And then the rain came in. Softly, slowly, drifting in and out throughout the day. Somehow it wasn't raining in the headlands and I was able to go for a ride. I started up the hill and came back down to the arena to practice dressage, surrounded by the soft hazy hills we drew perfect lines and circles in the arena sand. Lucky me, lucky Smokey.
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