At 2 a.m. on the night of Ariel’s magical midnight ride, we arrived at Bethesda Fountain, Maria and I got out and walked down to the water, and as we began our climb down a carriage pulled by a white horse walked by, it was a spectral image, a mystical appearance, the horse seemed to be an apparition, a myth from another time. Behind the horse, the dark and beautiful park, the lights of the great city glowing in the darkness.

The horses looked sometimes as if they were part of the statuary, it is hard to imagine the park without them, every sight of them in the night was stirring, healing, we were transfixed.