(illustration by J&M Martinez Ltd.)
I drove along the Irish roadway and rounded a bend, the fog rising everywhere, giving the scene a mystical quality, when, suddenly, on a side field, out of the mist came that white horse. It stood still.
I stopped the car and we stared, motionless. My girls wondered if the majestic beast were a unicorn who’d lost its horn, and I said: “Silly…there are no such things.”
But, in truth, I wondered, too.