Left or right. Both roads looked the same, going forever one to an unknown destination. The flashing red light broke the blackness of the night as The Police echoed through the silence with their haunting lyrics; “Roxanne you don't have to put on the red light; Those days are over you don't have to sell your body to the night; Roxanne you don't have to wear that dress tonight; Walk the streets for money you don't care if it's wrong or if it's right;” Two white lights pointed out from a car, creating a small window of light. I could just make out my surroundings, the emptiness cut through, stabbing my already weakened soul. The name Roxanne was being called out left and right. Still I had no inclination of which road to walk down. Left I could see small beads of light as small eyes peeped out. To the right I could see the hinting glow of the new day, of lightness, coming to conquer the night.

The left was calling to me. Its dark mysteries seemed to reach out for me. Promising me of great wonders. The small beads of light scared me, but they were there, asking to be chased and played with. I could make out nothing else of the road, it might have been long and straight or full of curves, winding its way up or down to a wondrous place, dark and obscure may it be.

I turned to the right once again, the sun's faint glow was stronger now. Showing the glittering surface of a lake. The moon's reflection created a halo floating on its still surface. Tiny fireflies flickered and danced around making a lighted pathway to the graceful water. I could make out the shape of a bridge in behalf of the street lights strategically placed along its railing going up and up out of the still waters until the soft fog hid it.

I started to picture what taking the right road would be like as Led Zeppelin sang out into the coming day, “There's a feeling I get when I look to the west, And my spirit is crying for leaving. In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees, And the voices of those who stand looking.” The slight of the bridge made me feel warm and welcomed. It promised of good times, and good friends. It brought up memories about the people who have left me and I felt my eyes water at the thoughts of my friends in a state of grace.

Quickly turning to the still dark left road I felt a chill run down my back, as the eyes looked deeper into me. I hear the song on the radio change from the soft lullaby to a loud rock and roll tune. It made everything feel more exciting, more dangerous, more alive. I recognized it as Meatloaf; “The sirens are screaming and the fires are howling; Way down in the valley tonight; There's a man in the shadows with a gun in his eye; And a blade shining oh so bright; There's evil in the air and there's thunder in the sky; And a killer's on the bloodshot streets; Oh and down in the tunnel where the deadly are rising; Oh I swear I saw a young boy; Down in the gutter; He was starting to foam in the heat” The feeling set a fire in me. I couldn't help but be attracted to it the raw electricity of it. It pulled me in, deeper and deeper into the darkness. Left. The description stabbed me. I stepped out of the known and into the unknown away from the light.

“What are you doing?!,” an exasperated woman's voice cut through my head, waking me up, “You need to be on stage now! What are you doing?” With those last piercing words I realized I didn’t want to be special any more and with that I walked away and took the left road.

A year later, the dust flickered, dancing through the stuffy air of the indoor ring. It was clogging up the air creating a cloud that consumed ones vision, holding it for ransom. The only clues of movement inside, the steady drum of a horse's gait, hammering down on the sandy footing. Two different worlds: one outside looking in and the other inside, oblivious to everything but here and now.

Outside she was statuesque. The beat pulsing through her. One, two. One, two. As she rounded the corner she felt herself start to shift her position. Her equine partner doing the same. One, two. One, two. She opened her chest, her hips moved pushing his body to form the perfect ach around her inside leg. Modeling to the shape of the corner.

A loud crashing noise broke in through the open doors of the ring as a gate swung shut outside. She felt his body tense up, starting to brace against her subtle movements. Slowly and ever so slightly her hands became as light as a feather, willing the power underneath her to uncoil, just for a moment.

Then she brought the coils back, bringing the power to his hind end, allowing him to rock back and engage his hocks. Immediately she felt the change in his gait. His back arched up underneath her. Creating a bubble of power and perfection. His movements became more athletic, more engaged. His stride became longer as he reached forward with this front end while his hind end pushed forward. She opened her hip angle more, so that she could stay with his changing gait. She reached down around his slim muscular side with her legs. Down, down, down she reached until she felt secure. Her upper body reaching up at the same time. She became a tree. Reaching and stretching up and down, and yet she stayed still and cool on the outside. As if nothing were happening at all.

The only clue she would allow that proved how hard she was working was how her shirt started to cling to her back as the beads of sweat slid down her quietly ever changing body. Her horses body became dark and glistened with sweat. His chest speckled with foam from his busy mouth. Breathing hard, his nostrils flared. Showing the pinkish red of the inside of his nose.

The beat stayed the same, one two. One, two. The two partners moved together around the corner, like a dance. She started to ask more of him. Using her aides she moved his shoulders off the track. His body shifted back even more. Lighting up his front end.. This slight shift made it easier to move his shoulders and adjust his body. She applied her inside leg creating a bend in his body and raising his head and neck more. Simultaneously she put more of a feel in her outside rain closing the door, thus harnessing his power.

She then softened her inside hand and opened the door allowing both of their shoulders to create the other track. The animals inside hind leg and outside front leg line up creating the impression of a three legged beast. She held this motion going down the long side of the ring, keeping the feeling of the beat and his hind leg pushing up underneath him.

The two danced into the following corner, keeping the bend the same, she sent him around in a half-circle. Moving her outside leg back she led her partner into an arched sideways motion. Legs crossed. The horses body still holding the shape of a perfect half circle. He moved like a half moon traveling around the sun.

As they neared the door, her attention lingered on the activity in the barn aisle. People were moving horses, tack and cleaning stalls. A radio played in the background. She felt her horse hesitate. Bringing her back into the dream like state of pure concentration, everything else faded into the dust.

He hesitated, asked a slight question. Begging to know if he was doing the right thing. The woman’s face hinted at a smile, but she rode him forward. Asking for him to keep pushing off his hind end making the precise movements lateral work demands. Sideways they went until they reached the end of their line. Hitting the tall white walls with bones of wood. The sound of clanging metal echoed around the ring as her stirrup hit.

She let her mount straighten, then gave her ranes to him. Allowing complete freedom. A smile broke through her statuesque face as she praised her gelding. The horse’s physique changed as well. Knowing it was a job well done he started to relax, his stride lengthened and became loose as his expression changed. He was morphing from a magnificent warlike steed to a goofy laid back class clown. He dropped his head down and let his ears flop. He started moving his whole body in four different directions at the same time. As he started to relax he started to moan. It started as a deep rumbling humming sound and ended with a deep moaning and hacking noise. As if he was dying or coughing up a hairball. This made the woman laugh. As the two started to relax the dust started to clear and the surroundings started to seep in through the sunshine. As if the world had been paused the whole time. Tering my eyes away from the horse and rider I smiled, knowing I had made the right decision when I walked away from the public pageant life. I turned to the horse I had been holding and gave him a pat as we continued our wait to use the ring.