When I was farther north we had deer that slept in the back field & fed on the wild apples. One morning I leatf for work, just about dawn & the road by the end of my st was very foggy. as I made the bend a figure started to lift in the fog. A white horse was rearing up on her hind 2 & her form was just begining to take shape. At 1st I felt as if I was in a time warp & was on the island of Avolon.
I pulled inti the neighbors driveway to wake them & let them know their horse was on the go.

Barry