On hot summer days, I would ride up the dusty road on my scooter with only cycads and the horses sharing my presence. The air thick with dust, oozing scents of pine tree sap and honey from the hives nearby. For the next two or three hours I would not say anything out loud. Simply the most peaceful, honest communication between myself and another creature. You can’t hide anything from a horse, and you don’t need to because they know already. We would simply explore the forests and mountains, often not coming across anyone. A partnership with no judgement, only trust and pure peace.