I'm an addict

There's nothing that compares to feeling the power of hooves under you.  The power of the horses flank as they push off the ground.  The feeling in your stomach as you feel the stride of the horse, the swift rising and falling.  For the moment you are one.  One team, one horse, one rider.  One.  And I'm terribly addicted to it.  Addicted to the sun on my back, the wind in my face and the snorting of my horse.  Sinking deep into the saddle right before the jump; the rush of arch in their back as you go hurdling over, the thrill as the horse steps down from the jump and the prospect of the next one.  Yep I'm addicted and that's all I can think about.  The next fence, the next ride.  I believe I can fly!