Comet Tail loved the feel of the fresh, morning air blowing his mane and tail. He loved the sounds of the park with birds and small animals bustling about at their morning tasks. They always made him smile and think of her.
He was nearing her cottage, but hadn't spotted her yet. Perhaps she was still inside, asleep. He tried hard to make sure his run took him past her home at the same time every morning when she was usually out feeding the animals she took care of.
The trail wound around behind her cottage and his hooves picked up speed, pounding rhythmically on the dirt path. Comet Tail had always enjoyed his morning run, but lately the highlight had become the glimpse he got of her feeding the chickens and playing with various animals.
He heard her voice before he saw her. She was singing as she spread seeds and corn kernels among the flock of birds who lived in her yard. The morning sunshine glinted off her butter-yellow coat and shell-pink mane and tail. Her voice, sweet as any angel's, seemed to dance enticingly through the park. She was a vision.
Comet Tail slowed to a walk as he passed her yard, trying to make his glimpse of her stretch out even longer. He smiled as he listened to her sing. One day, he swore to himself, he would work up the courage to go talk to her. One day he would tell her how beautiful she is.
But not today.