She arrived wild. A warmblood mare with electric energy and a deep suspicion of the entire human world. Storm was not a horse you approached with a plan. She dismantled plans.
She arrived wild and left refined, though I suspect it was she who refined me and not the other way around.
Working with Storm was working with weather. You did not control it. You learned to move inside it with respect. She taught me that wildness, when respected, becomes trust. And trust, once earned, becomes something unbreakable.