091101 #eel the elephants turn into horses, come closer, faster. oh my god, the girl screams, eyes brilliant! she urges the old convertible faster up the rocky sloping road. the horses overtake us. one sticks his grand face right next to mine. i can smell him smelling me. hello, i venture. the horses are seafoam white, bearded, maned and decorated with elegant curls and wisps. they easily outpace the car. we stop, they stand around us.