Ride

Inerrant, we ran forward across the dust-covered grasses which lay prone upon the pounded earth.  Our goal was only the horizon, the fading sun which boiled in the sky and down to the edge of sight and which radiated fading light as it gave way into the shrouded dark of night.  And yet still we went on heedless of the unseen and terrifying and loathsome creatures in the blackness, driven by lungs not yet forsaken of breath and legs rhythmically sounding across the ground in the deep thrum of the hearts that beat in time.  And the stars wheeled and stretched above us, and streaked across the sky in double time and the air was cool and spoke of a dewy morning eager to spring forth.

So it was: on the near border of land and heaven the first lightening intrigued it's way forth, and then we stopped, our chests heaving with the sudden effort wearing upon us, and my eye met yours, and we turned and wheeled about as the dawn-birds did and as they strode in flight towards the light, we followed.

To catch the sun.  To ride.