Liberty

Hooves fly in a soft swish, floating above the sawdust as he dances; muscles ripple as he props and pirouettes, and cascades of silver and black silk float in an ethereal cloud around him.

The sigh of collective breath, held in awe, the pounding of hearts and the pulsing rhythm of the music mingle—echoing around the stadium. Grey neck arches proudly and nostrils flare as he strikes a pose, holding motionless for a moment—beauty, grace and elegance—before whirling once more to resume his dance. The untamable power of the south wind; called forth, harnessed, and given form.