"Mama, mama," Zachary called to me from two horses behind.
He looked at me, his face filled with brow-pinching earnestness, and speaking with his hand held open he asked over the music and against the wind,
"Where is this thing going?"
We had a wonderful long weekend filled with family, friends, food and fun. How did five days pass so quickly-- like a flash of bright color? Two weeks of summer already done.
Where is this thing going?