The Heat-Seeking Ghost Horse

It has been unseasonably cool this Halloween week, with temperatures starting at forty degrees Fahrenheit.   One day as I was driving my country roads to school, something in the early morning darkness caught my eye. A further glance revealed an old, white, sway-back  horse standing on a small mound of earth on the far west side of the pasture. It stood there as if it knew that that would be the first piece of ground where the sun would shine as it rose, and it had claimed it.