Seeing as practically the whole country is enveloped in cold winter weather (or a “polar vortex” as some of you insist upon calling it), I thought this would be the perfect time for this snowy tale.
Once upon a time, I lived in a small town out in the middle of the country. There was no stoplight and no Casey’s, and getting to the grocery store was kind of a pain – and even worse when I discovered I was out of something in the middle of cooking. Let’s just say there was some interesting and creative ingredient substitution going on during this point in my life. Aside from that, it was my favorite place I’ve lived. My neighbors were so friendly and a “traffic jam” consisted of multiple pick-up trucks waiting their turn at the four-way stop.
The only negative was the fact I had a long driveway, which was no fun when it snowed.
One morning, following a snowstorm, I went outside to shovel the driveway. My car was being held hostage inside the garage and the driveway was my only portal to the rest of the world. If you’ve ever been in the country the morning after it snowed, you know it can be very bright, so I didn’t spend a lot of time looking around before getting to work.
After a while, I had that feeling someone was watching me.
(Ideally, I would have loved for a big, burly (but harmless) man to be watching me with the intent of offering to finish shoveling my driveway, but that was not the case.)
Instead, I looked up from my snowy task to see a completely white horse standing in my front yard, quietly watching me shovel away. Since he was completely white and the ground was completely white, I hadn’t even noticed him! (Her? It seemed like a him although I did not investigate.) Not really sure what to do, I went up to him, hoping I wouldn’t scare him into the road as I approached. Thankfully, he stood completely still and let me pet him.
Although I didn’t remember seeing this particular horse before, a family that lived in a nearby farmhouse had horses, so I decided they’d be a good place to start. I didn’t have a halter to bring the horse with me, so I left him unattended in my front yard as I trudged through the snow to their house.
I didn’t even have to knock before a little girl answered the door.
“Yeah, we saw he was out,” she said, looking back at the TV and obviously more worried about her morning cartoons than the runaway horse. “Dad’s puttin’ his overalls on to come get him.”
Why yes, of course.
And that is the story of the white horse in my front yard. He was reunited with his family, I continued shoveling my driveway, and everyone lived happily ever after!