I gazed up in awe at the sight of an amazing creature that I was now going to call mine. This striking, huge creature stood before me, seemingly unfazed by my atypical presence in his domain, in his stable. He possessed a body coloring almost identical to the moon; a white pristine coat that then was accented with small specks of grey and black scattered around. His ears, as pointed and prominent as the sail of a ship being cast out to sea, allowed him to create a complex and precise mental map of all that surrounded him. He not only possessed he abilityto hear my guiding and affectionate voice, but was able to heed my deepest inner trife and fear through my faux self-assuredambiance. It is often advocated in the equestrian society that "the wind of heaven is that which blows through a horse's ears". Every fiber of the rider's being has from then on been altered in order to allow that distinctive, irreplaceable partnership to thrive. His feet, being the circumference of a dinner plate, looked almost photo shopped into my palmswhen I held them with trembling fingers as I proceeded to scrape out the jagged gravel rocks, mucky black sludge, golden brownsand, and fecal matter from his hoofs. [Passage emitted]. I thought of myself as not only a rider, but as a equal to this glorious animal, I possess an absolute honor for being allowed to ride on the slick and smooth back of one of the largest animals many humans will physically contact. Having been allowed the permission to control such a physically and psychologically strong willed animal with the slight flick of the wrist is an absolute privilege, never a right. With his back at an elevation taller than the top of my head, well over the height of 5'5", I proceeded to give my undivided attention and earnest modesty to this two ton, massive beast I would now and forever call my knight in shining armor.