Luck

How do you define “luck” especially when you don’t know if it exists? If “luck” would be a stone, what shape would it have? What color? Would be small or big, shiny or rough? If “luck” would be a leaf, would be green, or red? Would be long and thin, or heavy and thick? What if “luck” can hear you? What would you say?

My “luck” is a horse. A beautiful, black stallion. He has a shiny, long mane, he lives in the mountains, and he talks. He only talks to me, of course, so please don’t try to talk to him. You probably won’t even see him anyway… He comes when I call him and he looks at me with those big, dark eyes. I lay on him and become one with the passion of the horse. He runs and the wind blows all over my face. He keeps me safe, he brings me up, he gives me strength and then, he brings me back. He jumps on his back legs, turns around and leaves. Till next time.

I go back home and dream of my lucky, black stallion. He is really not mine, is he?