“ For God took a handful of blizzard snow, blew on it and created the horse. ”
Here, also, the future was cried aloud by the wind through the rocks, so that all those who heard would shiver, and then the liquid spring song of the thrush would make all the beauty of moonlight and sunlight blend together, making it true, so true, that happiness must come again
~ Elyne Mitchell
the oncoming night was filled with the mystery of unknown places and of distance, of things that happened long ago and happenings yet to com
A long shaft of light came down from the sun behind the clouds and fell on the rearing, striking horses so that Thowra was the glittering foam on a waterfall, was quicksilver held for a dazzling moment in the shape of a horse, but a horse that was never still
Dreams were dreams, only one facet of what might be the truth of the world
