A work horse's beating heart

Thump!

Macintosh stepped toward the branch of a tree he had torn off to retrieve the rope that had brought it down. Nearby, Time Turner flew above, also pushing down loose tree limbs. A big winter storm had been scheduled, so Mac and Turner volunteered to take care of the trees. Together they managed to make good ground, and almost an hour before the storm would have started Time Turner kicked down the last branch.

"Well, that wen't faster than expected!" Time said, landing next to Macintosh. The red Stallion nodded, also happy that they had finished so soon. After talking to Time for a minute or two (something Mac wouldn't have been able to do a month ago) Macintosh headed to Ditzy's house while Turner went home. Arriving at Ditzy's yard, Mac rapped his hoof against the wooden door that sat on the small house's wall. Subconsciously, Macintosh had a random urge to get the rather nice clothes Rarity had made for him, but Mac shook himself.

Wow, Ditzy really is turning me sentimental, but it doesn't matter Mac thought, but then he grinned at that.

Yup, sentimental. Macintosh's thoughts were interrupted when the door opened, inside Ditzy. Before Mac could think about how he was so sentimental seeing ditzy wasn't embarrasing anymore, Macintosh said Hello.

"Hey, Big Macintosh! Why are you here?" Ditzy asked, a smile on her face.

"I got done an hour early" Macintosh explained,"so I came here. And I thought maybe we could walk in the park? Or is Dinky here?"

"No, I think she's with the CMC, so I can come." Ditzy closed the door to her home and followed Macintosh. They trotted through the town, going towards the park. When they arrived, the grove full of trees and plants looked different from when Big Macintosh had first gone there with Ditzy. Even though the coming winter made some of the plants freeze up or loose colour, the park was still very beautiful. It was diverse to its surroundings, standing bright and alive compared to the houses next to it that were locked up, inhabitants trying to stay warm. Both Ditzy and Macintosh enjoyed the park, even before they had walked in. Both were similar in emotion, liking the place. It reminded Macintosh of Sweet Apple Acres, which he obviously liked. As for Ditzy, well she had an eye for pretty things. When the couple finally got in, it was quite an adventure down memory lane. Even though the plants may look different, it reminded both Ponies of their first time there; The first time Macintosh really met the grey Mare he loved, the first time they had kissed.

...Sorry, that was way to cheesy, um, back to the story...

Eventually, Macintosh and Ditzy had gone the full circle, and were back at the start. Smiling, Big Macintosh walked out of the park with Ditzy trotting next to him, their bodies slightly brushing together. Before they got back to Ditzy's house, Ditzy herself suggested otherwise. Of course, Macintosh was probably going to say the same thing had she not, so he agreed. Changing course, Mac showed Ditzy to a path that cut through PonyVille and lead to Sweet Apple Acres that  would make the journey go faster.

Back at Sweet Apple Acres, Macintosh walked up to the house the Apples lived in, fished out the key to the door, and let Ditzy and himself in. After closing the door behind them, they looked around to see almost everyone home. In the corner Scootaloo was trying to fly while Sweetie Bell attempted to help by lifting Scootaloo up with her (failing) magic. Meanwhile AppleJack was talking to Time Turner and Dinky, the three sitting on the wooden table in the middle of the house. Finally, the other two Apples were in the kitchen, AppleBloom attempting to make an apple pie and, not doing to bad. No one even noticed the two ponies that had just entered, being so wrapped up. Ditzy trotted over to her daughter, making AppleJack and AppleBloom notice their brother was back. They trotted over to Macintosh, welcoming him. He responded to their hellos by waving his hoof, and joined everypony in their discussions. Throughout the rest of the afternoon, even during the storm, there was a certain mood every minute that evening.

And it was happiness, joyful happiness. Everything in the end for everypony had turned out well, so why not celebrate? Enjoy a time when everything turned out smoothly, and atleast for a single night, not worry...