It's not the fact of this big, beautiful, shiny black horse that scares me nor the effortlessness of his speed. Long strides moving slowly fluidly eating up ground. It's not the power he unleashes when he has his little "fits" at the far end of the barn when he sees horses coming back from the training track or the big tractor roaring by smoothing the surface of the dirt.
I'll tell you what scares me; it's the deafening silence that greets me when I slide into the raceoffice. The noise and bustle seems to halt midair when I push open the heavy glass door. She's here the silence seems to say as if confirming; the Horse.
