It was a lovely snowy day in a deep part of the woods where the trees were bare of their leaves but not the songs of the birds. The snow was not so deep but neither was it shallow that it turned to slush. The sky was a deep blue with a bright sun that well, was rather picturesque.
It was Rovena's favorite time of the years. Simply because she got to do what she enjoyed doing with the snow. Dance. She danced through the snow, spinning and twirling, jumping in pure unrestricted happiness. When winter comes, so does spring and that means everything is new again. It was an odd sight to see a mare of pink and blue with unique coloring and markings dancing in snow when many would be huddled away for warmth.
