What can YOU say in six sentences?
Storm clouds roll over the top of the Blue Ridge mountains like a frieght train, driven and unapologetic. A gray horse in the lower field pricks his ears towards the dark army. He rears and paws at it, as if to beat it back. The first clap of thunder is no distant warning, but an immediate assault, turning a jump in the riding arena into a scattering of splinters and hardware. I silently ask my mother to forgive me, and take off for the lower pasture, determined to bring the horse and his steel-shod hooves in before he turns into a lightning rod. He sees me coming, his big body wheeling towards me, and then a light so hot it's edges burn lavendar erases everything in front of me, every fear and hope within me, and I'm soaring and falling and burning and freezing and free.