The Novelist2009/I

Jerry Downing:
The moonlight swirled around Soubise as he reined in his stallion in the courtyard. The sound of insects and birds played a sweet melody that danced on his ears. He mounted the horse, balanced himself in the saddle and then pointed its head in the direction that he wanted it to go. He gave instructions with his hips, guiding the horse into a medium trot and then progressing to a canter. He felt a delicious peace flow through his being, feeling at one with the universe.