CHAPTER 27 (1). I SEE YOU HERE
The wind came along as if it was being driven to blow harder. The harder she drove the horse, the more the wind seemed to blow. Patrizia liked the feeling of wind hitting her face. The more she moved, the more sweat bubbles collected on her forehead, and the cool air then dried the collected sweat. Patrizia laughed in satisfaction and held onto the reins harder.
"Hya!"
Patricia shook to the point of dangerously falling. Even that shaking felt good to her. An unstable condition, between falling off the horse, and safety. It was both a sense of thrill and one of danger.
"Whoa, whoa."