the figure climbed down from the tree . a tear slipped down his cheek , and he bent over me , kissed my forehead , then my lips . yet , i ca n't stop smiling as i grab hold of the reins , trust that she is balanced , and maneuver the horse out of the thicket . i looked at him as i took a sip of my coffee . then every nerve in his body had fired up at once like a pottery kiln . since then he had produced over forty of them . 