Beat The Heat
Sep. 2nd, 2016 11:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
twilightponyWe had a scorcher today. It's probably one of the last truly hot days of the summer. The days are getting shorter as summer moves toward fall and the midday heats lose their intensity.
I knew it was going to be hot again today because it was already quite warm when I went out on my balcony to greet the dawn. Far away in Canterlot Princess Luna had lowered the moon and Princess Celestia was raising the sun. I decided to get an early start on my morning stroll and beat the heat.
My wandering led me through the fields. The fresh grass is growing vigorously and my passage through the fetlock-high leaves left a trail in the glistening dew. I circled back through Ponyville where the early morning streets were quiet except for a few other ponies out attending to their pursuits. The clip-clopping of my dew-softened hooves on the cobblestones and the muted mumbling of stabled ponies raiding the pantry in their cottages was all there was to hear.
Cafe Hay was just opening and I stopped for their specialty, a croissant and a tiny cup of coffee. I drank a few cups while reading about kleptoparasitism. Around me Ponyville was coming to life. Pinkie appeared like magic, suddenly at my table. I put down the article, ordered a few more croissants and we had breakfast together.
I knew it was going to be hot again today because it was already quite warm when I went out on my balcony to greet the dawn. Far away in Canterlot Princess Luna had lowered the moon and Princess Celestia was raising the sun. I decided to get an early start on my morning stroll and beat the heat.
My wandering led me through the fields. The fresh grass is growing vigorously and my passage through the fetlock-high leaves left a trail in the glistening dew. I circled back through Ponyville where the early morning streets were quiet except for a few other ponies out attending to their pursuits. The clip-clopping of my dew-softened hooves on the cobblestones and the muted mumbling of stabled ponies raiding the pantry in their cottages was all there was to hear.
Cafe Hay was just opening and I stopped for their specialty, a croissant and a tiny cup of coffee. I drank a few cups while reading about kleptoparasitism. Around me Ponyville was coming to life. Pinkie appeared like magic, suddenly at my table. I put down the article, ordered a few more croissants and we had breakfast together.
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