She confidently slides her foot into her left stirrup and swings into the saddle. She feels safe there; in her element. Nothing could take away from this experience.
You know her when you see her. The scent of leather and hay follow her everywhere she goes. Showers, soaps, and lotions can't hope to cover the scent of so much time spent in a barn.
She may be quiet or loud, tall or short, but one thing is always the same: she loves horses.
She can wax poetic about diagonals and canter leads. Ask her about her discipline and you better be ready for hours of starry-eyed description. She writes about them and draws them. They chase her in her sleep.
In the saddle, she is confident, cool, and brave. She knows just what she has to do.
When she can't ride, it feels like she is only half of what she truly is.
She is an equestrian.