My mind drifts back to days it can't have known. Days when the land was plenty, and there was nothing in the horizon but the horizon.
I see myself camouflaged in the red-orange-gold of the sunset, radiating warmth, and a sense of peace that shimmers like starlight on nighttime lakes.
In my cloak of Autumn, and shod with the wings of Mercury, I swiftly run and dance in Earth's golden joy, among the wild stallions of yesterday.
My heart thumps as wildly as the thundering of their hoof beats. I feel the warm, gentle air on my skin. Somewhere, I detect the aroma of corn cakes. I hear my own wild, free, and joyous laughter, and with the setting of the sun, we rest.
The next morning, I awake, and my mind drifts back to days it can't have known. Days when my name was something unpronounceable, yet synonymous with God's joy, and when there was nothing in the horizon, but the horizon.
