The lot next door to us is a long field where they exercise race horses. It isn't really a field; its a dirt strip. We are at the end of a long driveway that runs parallel to this field. Today when I left for work, there were three brown horses with black manes and tails and one of them had black knee socks. Not really, but that's the way it looked. They have a little merry-go-round for the horses. Not the kind with painted ponies...they tether the horses to it and they can walk around and around. There is also a starting gate. One morning as I left for work, I was lucky enough to see one of the horses burst out of the gate and gallop past me. The most beautiful horse though was this one I only saw one time. It looked like it was made of silver and pewter. There was a jockey riding it up and down the length of the field. I was out walking the dog and she barked at the horse. The sound of the hooves really got to me for some reason. Don't know why, it just did.