Its eyes were two black glassy lakes, staring at me through a dream swept fog. I could have drowned in those eyes. As if to greet me, the horse reared up on its hind legs. It stood towering above me, a mountain of muscle and flesh. My animal fear subsided as the beast gave a slow nod and a wink. With its eyes, it spoke to me a story without uttering a sound and in a language without words. This is that story.