I dreamed I was riding a white horse through a frozen snow-covered field.
Everything was shades of whites and blues.
The full moon was so big it took up a third of the sky and was reflected in the icy field as if it were a lake.
I got off the horse and she ran ahead of me to where other horses gathered.
I realized that I didn’t have a rein or a rope and it was up to her if she would come back or not.
One thought on “Dream Of The White Horse”
Beauty, peace, and strength are the words that came to my mind when I read this.
I like that Josie. I’ll think on that.