tinhuviel | The Dark Horse (Reply)

I dreamt that I was a young girl in a soap opera and that my horse, which had been overseas for six months, was finally coming home to me. He was a pony the last time I'd seen him, very small and frail, so I was astounded when he was loaded onto the warehouse floor, a grown stallion. His name was Shadow and he was totally black except for a long white splotch on his nose that stretched from right between his eyes to right above his nostrils. He was as happy to see me as I was to see him. I was crying and hugging him while Shadow nuzzled me and pushed me gently with his shoulders.

I mentioned to the men who'd taken care of Shadow during his journey home that I was so happy to see my horse and was amazed that he'd prospered, especially since his mother had died at such an early time in his development. One of the men said that it was unusual for ponies to fail when they were loved so much, even from afar. This made me very happy and I wrapped my arms around Shadow's neck and told him how loved he was.

We then raced down through the warehouse to Shadow's transport home. I was outrunning the horse, feeling the wind in my hair and experiencing more freedom at the moment than I ever had before. I could hear Shadow running right behind me, his hooves creating a primal rhythm that beat with my heart. I opened the gate and Shadow walked right into his trailer, which was cushioned thickly with new hay. I took his face in my hands and kissed him right on the nose, welcoming him home.