Shaking Out The Dust

Summer molt is making me itchy. I went out on the western balcony overlooking the mown fields and took a brush to my coat. From the hair bunnies rolling around in the wind eddies by the rail, I could see that Starlight Glimmer had been here doing just this earlier today. I stood by edge of the balcony while brushing out the short hairs and the dust. I think I'm overdue for a trip to the spa. Down below, the ever changing fields have gone from waves of dark green to a still yellow following the second cut. All the bales have been picked up and we're due for a visit from Cloudsdale.