Fable Of A Storm A Man And A Winged Horse

They were flying so high that he could see the curvature of the
earth from the back of his fabulous winged horse. It had taken him an
eternity to capture the magnificent creature and learn how to sit
astride her so that he could journey to places he had never been
before. The rush of wind on his face as they soared through the sky was
the most wonderful feeling he had ever had. When they flew together
they were not one man and his steed - they were one being. They were
one entity that fuelled its existence with the energy from them both.
To wound one would be to wound the other. Their lives were so
inextricably linked.

Neither cared any less for the other, but they sought to protect each
other in different ways. If the man had seen the cruel storm that
approached them first, he would have sheltered his steed; drawn her
close to him and shielded her from the harmful tempest. But she saw it
first. The beautiful winged horse found a different route to protect
the man from harm. She took him up on her back and flew so fast and far
that they outrode the maelstrom and she deposited him in a safe place
and flew back into the storm to draw its power to herself and thus
protect the one she had grown to love. In her haste she didn't notice
that the safe place that she had taken him to was a desert. A cold
lonely desert that held no comfort for him. He longed to save the
winged horse from the storm of change but he couldn't reach out to her.
She was a part of him that had been wrenched from him and that filled
him with fear that from this cold lonely place there was no return to
the high soaring existence they used to share. Alone and helpless he
vowed that he would return and fly again. Theirs was a thing that could
not be equalled nor surpassed and although his initial reaction was one
of defeat, he knew that what had been was meant to be again. It was
pure. It was enduring. It was life itself.

No matter what the storm did during its brief life, the change, fear
and reaction that it brought with it was no match for what the man and
his steed had built around them. They say that everything happens for a
reason, but sometimes reason isn't part of what happens. The wind was a
test for the two of them, but they proved that the strength of what
they had would defeat any storm that ever came their way.