When I was a teenager my family lived in the country. There were 89 oaks trees in the front yard (we counted once... ) The neighbor had horses that were not terribly well managed. They often came over the fence into our yard.

One very early morning I looked out the kitchen window. There was a morning mist in the trees and.....a large white horse.

It was very romantic and mystic-looking and I remember it so well to this day.

Of course....someone had to take the horse back.....