Ridin'

Yesterday, as I was sitting in the alleyway of the barn watching Twist munch on his oats, listening to music, drinking a beer and taking in the first signs of spring, I thought about my Grandpa. It always hits me being in the barn, and especially this time of year, just how much I miss him after all these years. I don't know if it's the old, dust covered harness that hangs in the rafters, the pile of tack that needs to be oiled and cleaned, the smell of horses, leather, wet earth and oats, or maybe it's the combination of all of it.

As my eyes drifted to the mountains and the landscapes of hom...