A/N: This is for Lanes, of TwiLanes! I hope that she enjoys it, because it was a lot of fun to write! c: Go on and stop by Contest Equestria, take a chance, see if you win a prize!
It's cold out.
I feel alive.
The wind is rushing through my ears, loud and howling. Like some wild beast, ready to claw down the doors of every house in Ponyville. It tangles my mane and my tail, twists the chocolate brown hair into knots that will take hours to get out.
My mother will hate it.
She hates the cold.
She hates the fall.
Each gust of air brings yet more leaves tumbling down towards the ground. They land on ponies backs, on the roads, in the yards. Red, yellow, brown - they coat everything in Ponyville. They make it different from Summer and different from Winter and different from Spring.
It makes the town look like a patch work quilt.
I feel comfortable.
My mother thinks it makes the world a mess.
She hates it.
And, for once in my life, as I swoop around the great oak tree, as I help create this brisk world that I love, I find that I don't care what she thinks. Not even in the slightest.
It's cold out, after all, and I feel very much alive.