The pleasure turns to ice in my veins as I realize what’s going on. Where there was once indescribable satisfaction, there is now only an old and deeply held terror. That feeling was the main impetus for me to tear myself and the sun out of the intoxicating moonlight, returning down the way I came. I could hear the booming voice of the blue mare again, full of renewed anger. And I felt the moonlight’s piercing quality sharpen to a needlepoint as it became intensely bright and unmistakably focused. Focused onto this place. 