vision

There was a valley, a plain of battle dry and sparsely scattered with dried remnants of brush. Also scattered were soldiers. They stood far enough apart that would have to shout for another to have heard him.

Then I saw the wave.

A blanket of white-grey rolling across the valley from the mountains behind. As it drew closer I saw it was made of horses, each galloping flank to flank, and each white. The horses raced through the soldiers as if they were not there. But instead of being trampled, the men were swept onto the backs of the horses and carried with them. Still, the men seemed few, only a handful. It was later that I saw that the back of the horses were full of yet another army, this one luminous and focused. It was as though they were to begin a simple task, which they knew they would have no trouble completing.