tic time

i think people have forever tried to make sure the tic times--those moments you never want to forget - or shouldn't forget--are somehow bottled for future use. whatever the image it is never as sweet as the moment. after getting my jeep's oil changed this morning i stopped by the race track. it was chilly but not too, around 10 and the horses were just coming out. i sat there in my jeep listening to classical music watching huge canada geese fly little sorties around the track pond and fractious colts and fillies take their morning schooling. tic time. spirit revival.

it was truly school time for those four-legged aristrocrats. they have to learn how to run at a certain pace and change leads...you could tell some did not like the lead change as they came around the corner they were skipping and tossing their heads, but the jockeys were still in their seats and strong in their requests.