Short nap day- Freestyle Friday

It is no secret that the purchase of thoroughbred horses is a luxury afforded only to those in positions of extraordinary power or influence; that ordinary folks from ordinary lives in ordinary towns shouldn't curse themselves with dreams of sitting in the arena with champions, but should just willingly accept that the hues painting their lives will lack the fluorescence of those giant few who transcend what is merely good enough for the rest. Our determined dropout was convinced he could scale the barriers drawn between his world and theirs. Years of intense focus and a single goal mindset would blast like the horns of Jericho against the walls which keep the common from the country club. He would be triumphant in the only way which mattered.

When he arrived in Iffezheim he felt as though the entire town and moment were created for him. The roads had become the foundation of a city composed almost entirely of herculean horse trailers. His forehead suddenly felt chilly and his ears tingled with blue electricity as it dawned on him that he may not have been breathing for the last few minutes. The feet underneath him seemed as if they moved of their own accord whisking him into the deepest recesses of this equine utopia. 'There are no horses on earth more perfect than these here today', he thought to himself frantically scanning what little he could see of permanent construction for any trace of the racer's stables.