Tension was a tightness that moaned and snapped deep in my muscles. I flexed and rolled my shoulders, laid my head to the side and let it glide back and then around. The tension didn't have a name, wasn't specific, rather it was simply a by-blow of a busy day filled with the ever-present drama that surrounds adolescents.
Closing my eyes I took a deep breath and made a conscious effort to let it go. I relaxed and slid deeper into the welcoming leather of my saddle. My legs hung long and loose, my calves and inner thighs draped around the gentle slope of Ruby's barrel.
Releasing my grip on the reins I allowed them to rest on the neck of my mare as I extended my arms out from my sides. I unfolded my fingers from my palm and opened my hands to the sky.
The breeze was cool, but gently so, and smelled teasingly of rain. It caressed my arms and traveled up the sleeves of my t-shirt to wrap itself briskly around my torso.
My body swayed with the reach and fall of Ruby's hooves. Left hind, left fore, right hind, right fore. . . .
Tension was now a liquid that flowed out from my fingertips, escaping my body to be carried away on the wind.