Saturday, May 26, 2012
Two days later, my pulse was 52.
I'm neither a huge athlete (I don't think Zumba on occasion counts) nor, you know. But here, above, is what quickens my pulse—the big beasts, the grand spectacle of the Devon Horse Show. I have promised photographs. These are a few snapped last night. And next time I go to the doctor, you watch: I'll be pulsed right on up there with the rest of you.