So Amy called me last week and suggested that we head out to Wild Iris Farm on the weekend to go for a horse-drawn carriage ride complete with Shire Draft horses, hot chocolate, and even sleigh bells if you can believe it. My BFF was persistently trying to convince me that 30 minutes of taking in historic farms would be loads of fun, AND she reminded me that these rides would be done for the season soon…sooooo, I caved, regardless of the very strong likelihood that we’d be freezing our asses off. (we did.) I have to admit that Saturday’s ride with my BFF and 10 other people we’d never met before, was for the most part, pretty fun.
But as we rode through the woods along the way, mentally I was back to the time I was in a different forest. Damn! This happens every time I’m in, or near, the forest--images of my twin brother were, yet again, flashing through my mind. So was that the reason for the uneasiness I started feeling about 15 minutes into our ride? I did my best to shake it off and enjoy the ride, but it’s now Wednesday, and it just won’t go away…FML!
But as we rode through the woods along the way, mentally I was back to the time I was in a different forest. Damn! This happens every time I’m in, or near, the forest--images of my twin brother were, yet again, flashing through my mind. So was that the reason for the uneasiness I started feeling about 15 minutes into our ride? I did my best to shake it off and enjoy the ride, but it’s now Wednesday, and it just won’t go away…FML!