We've all said I Love You, but let's look at it from a different perspective
It was fast and beautiful, a ballet of thunder in motion.
Hot, sweaty bodies, flexing muscles, each step a new drama.
For them, no emotion, no love, no hate, no envy or greed.
Extended power in their strides revealed a burst of freedom: a living for the moment.
For us there was excitement, anticipation and a lust for glory in the air.
It was beautiful in a wicked sort of way.
As though our voices could possibility change destiny we can't resist the cheers.
Rained poured from the skies, mud clung to the legs, redressing them before our eyes, while we were focused on home – win, place or show.
It mattered to us, maybe to them as well, but we’ll never really know.
People screamed with delight as they approached, again urging destiny to bend and obey their will. They could sense victory in the making, but whose? I wasn’t sure.
The ground shook as they thundered by and I heard a voice cry, “I Love That Horse!” And, I wondered … what he would have said had it lost?
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