It's dark on a moonless night, I hear a sound and turn. Two liquid eyes glow from the shadows, from a barely discernible concave face. Warm breath flows from two nostrils, hooves stamp the soft dirt on dainty legs that move closer. I reach out my hand to touch the silky skin, taut muscles....her necks bends and she pushes me aboard with her muzzle. With a rearing start, she neighs loudly and the ground streaks below us.
Suddenly, it's as if I'm flying! This spirited horse moves like the wind under me, twisting and turning without any effort. Leaping and bounding over fallen trees as if she had wings. My breath is ripped out of me as if by some ethereal force....I awaken soaked in sweat and breathless. Was it all just a dream?