twilightpony | I Took The Stars From Our Eyes

It was cold last night under the stars! I covered myself in horse blankets, buried so deep that my eyes and nostrils were all that were peeking out. I was like a mountain range, my breath a heavy mist building frost gardens in two near parallel rows down the top blanket. But above, in a burst of activity, shooting stars!

Did they bring on the cold? Are there, were there ice ponies? Was there some winter event long ago, something that they remember and that spurs them into action on this long dark night? Where there is smoke, there is fire. Here there is freezing cold and the last big meteor shower until the spring.

I watched them flash across the sky, in every direction, hither and yon. Silent diamonds with a need for speed. Mysterious. Searching.

I stayed up until twilight, wanting more, until the pull of sleep and the brightening of the sky sent me to bed. I dreamed of maps and dark landscapes long gone, wiped clean by the passage of time. And in the darkness, flashes of starlight, traveling paths that only they could see. I didn't rise until well past noon.