Dream Thread

I was running from a herd of wild horses...running through a very large, open, grass filled field just beyond my backyard.  Living on a farm in the country we had lots of land and freedom to spread out as far as we wanted.  I lived in an old farm house, big and full of secrets. I was running in the direction of our bright red barn.  This was an after school tradition ever since I could remember I would get off my school bus at 3:30 everyday and run through this field making the same clicking sound with my mouth and these majestic horses that seem to come out of no where would follow me.  Running to the barn they would wait outside to door neighing like no other until I came out with the basket of fresh red apples my mother had picked from our orchard that morning.  I would give each of them an apple.  They would all wait patiently for their turn to get their apple.  I had known these same horses my entire life, to me they were part of my family, being the only child I considered them my siblings.  I'd do my homework in the barn on top of the piles of hay watching them play in the field until the sun went down and it was time for me to go inside for yet another one of my mothers delicious home cooked meals.  This place I had grown up on was a dream.  I felt as though as long as I stayed here, in the barn, watching the horses I would never age,  never die. They were so free, yet so tame and gentle at the same time.  When I looked into their eyes I could see my reflection. I'm standing in one place watching my whole life, past and the future to come, fly by...and I never died, I ran with the horses forever.