Lake Pepin Art Crawl In The Fall

I am driving on curling roads, through fall’s palette with the waters below blowing with the wind and sparked by the sun, past horses tall and elegant fenced in leaving me wishing they were dancing in the wind.  I could almost see them mane flaying from their body and nostrils bellowing, as I rode home refreshed, and as I came back to my own fences wishing it was on one of their backs I had come back–back to my own fences. Bobbi