Walk, trot, canter and gallop.

I feel the sway of her body beneath me as I urge her into a trot. She slows to a walk as we carefully make our way down a hill. We come down onto flat ground and she paws the ground anxiously waiting for me to signal her to canter. As soon as I do she lurches forward into a gallop but steadies back into a rocking canter as I gently pull on the reins. I feel free and I can also feel her quickening beneath me. I desperately try to slow her but fail. I have no choice. I must go with her.