The Silence of the Snow
Mar. 5th, 2016 11:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
twilightponyThere's a nip in the air today, like a surprise pinch on the nose or on an inner thigh where the winter fur has been worn thin. Cloudsdale has arrived. The weather ponies shepherded in a fleet of great big clouds loaded with snow, moved them into position over town, field and orchard, and bucked them into action. It snowed all afternoon.
I put on my warm winter cloak, my red ("folly" colored) scarf, and my white boots. I looked for my old white and dusty rose scarf at first, then I remembered it had gone up in smoke along with the Golden Oak library. I went out to enjoy the flurries.
The wind was very light and the falling snow made everything seem distant and foreign. Standing still, I could hear bits and snatches of ponies calling or laughing, but mostly I heard the sound of snow landing on my hood. I went to find Fluttershy.
I found her at home, packing a small awning, a blanket, some string and a tea set. Tea in the snow sounded like a great plan, so she added another cup for me. We walked for a while in the new Ponyville hay fields, getting blanketed in fresh snow until her green cloak looked as white as my red one, our breath steamy and frost building up on our scarves.
Flutteryshy chose a spot among the new hibernation dens to set up the tarp. She bent and tied some young willows together to make a few arches, and draped and tied the tarp over top. I put the blanket down in the sheltered space below the tarp. Then we melted snow, heated the water and made tea.
Behind us was a jumble of muted shapes and winter-bare branches cradling snow. In front of us, a hypnotizing dance of white on white that seemed to go on forever. In our small shelter we drank tea in silence and stared out into the white shimmering void. Somehow, it's very satisfying to be in a safe spot and just watch and listen for danger that never arrives. We shall live to see another day!
As the light began to fade, the clouds ran out of snow. The air cleared and before us were untrammeled fields of white fading into the misty distance. We packed up our things, tightened our boots and stepped out into the fresh powder. I'd walked through a lot of snow on the northern expedition, but this held one thing over that trek. Here, home, hearth and books are just a short walk away.
I left Fluttershy at her cottage, and by the time I got home, I found that Spike had already blasted the castle walkway free of snow. It's cold enough that the vaporized snow condensed as frost all around the walkway, making every nearby tree, bush and castle wall white, fuzzy and sparkly. I bet Spike had a great time doing that.
I put on my warm winter cloak, my red ("folly" colored) scarf, and my white boots. I looked for my old white and dusty rose scarf at first, then I remembered it had gone up in smoke along with the Golden Oak library. I went out to enjoy the flurries.
The wind was very light and the falling snow made everything seem distant and foreign. Standing still, I could hear bits and snatches of ponies calling or laughing, but mostly I heard the sound of snow landing on my hood. I went to find Fluttershy.
I found her at home, packing a small awning, a blanket, some string and a tea set. Tea in the snow sounded like a great plan, so she added another cup for me. We walked for a while in the new Ponyville hay fields, getting blanketed in fresh snow until her green cloak looked as white as my red one, our breath steamy and frost building up on our scarves.
Flutteryshy chose a spot among the new hibernation dens to set up the tarp. She bent and tied some young willows together to make a few arches, and draped and tied the tarp over top. I put the blanket down in the sheltered space below the tarp. Then we melted snow, heated the water and made tea.
Behind us was a jumble of muted shapes and winter-bare branches cradling snow. In front of us, a hypnotizing dance of white on white that seemed to go on forever. In our small shelter we drank tea in silence and stared out into the white shimmering void. Somehow, it's very satisfying to be in a safe spot and just watch and listen for danger that never arrives. We shall live to see another day!
As the light began to fade, the clouds ran out of snow. The air cleared and before us were untrammeled fields of white fading into the misty distance. We packed up our things, tightened our boots and stepped out into the fresh powder. I'd walked through a lot of snow on the northern expedition, but this held one thing over that trek. Here, home, hearth and books are just a short walk away.
I left Fluttershy at her cottage, and by the time I got home, I found that Spike had already blasted the castle walkway free of snow. It's cold enough that the vaporized snow condensed as frost all around the walkway, making every nearby tree, bush and castle wall white, fuzzy and sparkly. I bet Spike had a great time doing that.
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