The summer sun was starting to lose its grip, ushered out by a gentle breeze carrying the smell of earth and clover.   The stillness was broken by the drumming of hooves as they landed upon the field with a rhythmic cadence.   At once she seemed to materialize from the grass and with a grace and ease quickly covered the expanse before us.   A moment later the silence returned and she vanished into her surroundings, was she really there?