12 February 2015

Border Journal: After Dark

In this border field tonight, sitting outside my tent, I felt a presence. I don’t mean in a spiritual way. It was a tangible energy, hovering somewhere between warmth and a meaty gravity. I felt it on my skin. I couldn't see anything but the stars and black silhouettes of the trees around the field. Then I heard the distinct splutter of a horse. I stood as the horse approached; it was as black as the night, two stars for eyes.