Horses are one of the most beautiful animals on earth.
Whenever I saw one, I would try my best to get a chance to touch its beautiful body.
So the other day, when I saw one dark brown horse was standing there eating grass on one side of a dirt road, I demanded the driver to stop and then I dashed out of the car.
The brown horse took a lazy look at me and lowered his head to carry on his lunch.
You must be a very very old horse, I murmured to myself.
I look around. From the far end of the meadow, there were two white horses that got curious and looked in my direction.
I thought our eyes locked for a few seconds.
All of a sudden, one of them started walking towards me.
Then he started the running with a graceful small trot and then seamlessly morphed into a masculine galloping. His white peppery body hair flying translucently under the Sierra sun.
He ran towards me as if I was his master.
I gasped and was frozen by the beauty and the excitement emotion shown in his moving body.
Then, when he got almost 10 yards away and when I was ready to open my arms to give him a gentle hug, he stopped and took a very hard look at me and his body turned into cold motion.
I was not his master after all.
He slowly turned away and that’s when I finally got a moment to take a photo of him.
For merely 30 seconds, he was my Prince Charming.
I thanked him for that.
(Note: in Chinese, the literal translation for Prince Charming is Prince White Horse so the proper title for this article in Chinese would be 白马王子的三十秒错爱)
