Yesterday, despite the rain, I drove along the Joban Expressway to Mito. There, I had the privilege of observing the magnificent riding of the club owner's eldest son, which was a valuable experience.
However, I didn't get a chance to mention the riding of his daughter. I was worried the text would become too lengthy.
Personally, I am very fond of the daughter's riding. I'm not sure if it's appropriate to describe show jumping as graceful,
but whenever she leaps over a barrier, it feels as though time stands still, like a photograph.
I often think how exhilarating it must feel to clear a bar so beautifully.
After practice, when I asked her, it seems it's not just about feeling good. (That's interesting.)
Yesterday, she was riding a very large horse that seemed to have a powerful kickback.
I thought riding such a horse might cause one to wobble or lose footing, but unlike me, she did neither.
The horse began its passage, a display so graceful that it made me sigh with admiration.
Watching the harmonious performance of the siblings, the owner looked on serenely.
It was a moment where I looked forward to the future accomplishments of both the brother and sister.