"It looks as if it's going to rain..." the young mare murmured, peeking her head out from beneath the protective pines branches that rested on the edge of a small, flower-filled clearing. The slight breeze had strengthened into a blustery wind, shaking the limbs of the forest around her and giving life-like animation to the tree's spindly bodies. Up ahead was even clear evidence: A darkening sky, filling to the brim with gloomy clouds that seemed ready to release their heavy burdens at any minute. They moved at a fast pace, like a herd of horses moved across the wide plains--if a herd of horses could look so angry.
However, the impending whether did little to lower the mare's spirits. She gave a light-hearted laugh and danced into the clearing, letting the wind grab at her long mane and toss it about her as if with a mind of its own. She lifted her head to the sky and smelled the cool air--clean, freshened by coming moisture, and yet slightly electrified by the lightening soon to appear. To her, it was honey that could be breathed. Pure beauty, pure energy, only in the form of air.
"How wonderful!" she exclaimed, standing still and letting the wind whip about her.
