Tail gates and Mud sliding

This evening was beautiful out, a perfect peach pink sky to end the day. I was sitting in stake and shake with a bunch of friends after my game. But it was as if I wasn't even there. I just kept drifting off thinking about how much I want to be back on a horse, take long trail rides in the woods along the creek until the sun would go down. Or when we would get in the tail gate and drive down to the water and go mud sliding. There wasn't a single thing you had to worry about or where you had to be or what you had to do. It was just that moment, playing around, knowing that is exactly where you were suppose to be. Knowing that was my real home, and that would never change. All the memories of then I got the chance to remember them as I sat in stake and shake with all the aling and yelling between friends just staring at the sunset.