comfortable

I have been listening to a lot of country music on the radio and watching a lot of dancing on television. So what?

& my mind is still intact, so let me tell you about this one. There's this guy and he's waiting. Waiting for the wind to not blow so hard. Waiting for the clouds in the distance to break apart further and see the horrors that lie beyond the crags to his right. Waiting for his horse to not be so heavy. Waiting for his ungloved hand to come down from waving to the sky. Waiting for his hair to grow and cover his steely, hardened glare. Waiting for the gunner at his back to leave the frame so he can be seen more clearly. 

But none of these things have come, not one has happened. And he's been here for at least 24 years and a couple months. So he stays on his horse, too afraid and too courageous to fall off. 

That's the thing about fear and courage, you can't have them both or you'll never get anywhere. Or, they are the same thing and weren't going anywhere anyway. He's really just afraid of the courage in his shiny boots and flowing cape. Stuck in a green mountain range on a black and white horse with fire in its eyes. He waits, and thought the wind had stopped and thought the chill had begun to thaw and thought the hooves beneath his haunches had begun to push him forward. They didn't and he stands still on 50 percent of the legs available for use. But, G-D, look at that horse's mane and look at that horse's tail and look at that flowing red cape. He must really be something when you get too close.

Just don't get too close.

I hate horses, they're terrifying. 

And rejoice. Emmanuel has ransomed captive Israel! heavy hearts and heavy souls sing and swipe their credit cards and everyone now in unison takes a step to the left. 

and the right.