The Headless Horseman. Harbingers of the apocalypse. Knights, nomads, athletes. So much trust in an animal that can both save and trample. Where is that line between man's friend and the dangerous animal? Where is that line drawn?
In moments of excitement, when anxiety strikes and you gasp with panic, it is the image of the horses driving each other, furious, blazing with heat. It is that image that pops into my head. I'm afraid to make mistakes, not because I might get reprimanded at work. It's because I can hear that heavy breathing of the black horse at my back. I can feel the ground shudder as it runs. How everything stops and becomes small and insignificant in front of the horse gliding through the air.