When God wanted to create horses, he said to the South Wind, 'I want to make a creatures of you. Condense.' And the Wind condensed

Two majestic white horses galloping in unison, their manes and tails flowing in the wind, as they run towards the distant horizon, set against a dramatic, ominous dark sky with thick, billowy clouds in shades of indigo and slate grey, with the warm, golden light of a fading sun casting long shadows ...