The first snows of winter.

If one was to just look at the last eight postings on DA one might be left with the impression that my Equestria dreamscape was some H. P. Lovecraft after school special. Nothing but pain, horror and all consuming madness. However that would be an incomplete observation. In fact any many ways my dreams in the land of two princesses have been some of the most wonderful and enjoyable dreams I have ever had. Maybe that is what makes the current dream arc seem even more cruel and gut wrenching than it already is. To see something so beautiful and precious being so rudely abused seems to highlight the nature of the crime.

The morning after Applebloom underwent her horrifying transformation in the Everfree Forest, [link] we awoke in our cottage [link] to discover the first snows of winter were falling on Ponyville. After attending to immediate and personal needs in the bathroom I began performing my prerequisite morning duties of getting the fires lit in the cottage, and making certain that the all important pot of coffee had been started. After that I stepped out to admire the scene. Now I am a California native who has lived all of his life either in the Los Angeles Basin or the San Francisco Bay Area so except for a few times while hiking or fishing snow is a novel experience. Furthermore in this dreamscape I am a pegasus weather pony in training, so as I stood there in the chill morning I could feel the naturally and magically forces guiding and building the system. It flowed and ebbed through me, especially my wings which were positively tingling with energy. It created a sense intimate connection to the world within me. After a few more minutes I went back inside start preparing breakfast. A several minutes later Petina and Carousel finally woke up and got going.

Later in the morning as I was cleaning up the breakfast dishes in the kitchen and stowing them I stopped and looked out the window. Petina standing motionless outside. The white unicorn had her head turned up the heavens. She had obviously been standing there for a couple minutes because she was covered in a fine dusting of flakes. Against the stark environment of grays, white, black and deep blues and violets her bright scarlet scarf, brilliant green eyes and fine silhouette made for a striking image. In contrast Carousel was galloping around the property laughing all the while and having a grand time. Apparently she had already mastered the trick of galloping then sliding in long slow rotating orbits. All the while giggling mightily! Eventually Petina joined her in the game.

Finely the mares grew tired, and cold, from their play and decided come inside and warm up. They had excellent timing since I had just finished hot chocolates for us and the poppy seed cakes were just coming out of the oven. With a tray balanced on my back I brought the treats out to the living room and then carefully transferred them to floor alongside a thick plush rug that rested in front of the fireplace. I settled down on my belly in the middle of the rug. Carousel and Petina came over and laid down along side me. Carousel was on my right, and Petina on my left. Instinctively I lifted my wings and ruffled the down feathers on the underside of my wings; then I draped them across their backs like a blanket. With the fire crackling cheerily we enjoyed our mugs of hot chocolate and slices of warm poppy seed cake. For us it was a very nice morning. Elsewhere in Ponyville things were different, but that is for another post.