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It’s cold outside and she sighs as she looks upon the towering heaps of snow that have gathered outside her home. She gazes upon them, her eyes glistening as she notices the little sparkles that appear when the sunlight reflects at just the right angle. She smiles and begins to think what it would be like if she were a giant pile of snow, terminally beautiful, destined to fade as all things do.

She quickly shrugs the thought off as nothing more than a childish fantasy, perhaps an idea she heard as a child. As she goes to head back inside she feels the softness of little flakes falling on her bare skin.

It’s snowing again, and she can’t help but smile as she looks up at the gray sky crying beautiful tears. She chuckles softly and decides that perhaps she could stay out for a just bit longer. She knows that snow isn’t an uncommon occurrence, but she can’t help but oblige the little joys she gets while dancing around in fresh snow. It’s the little things in life like this that make it truly worth living, and she understands this.

Why would she not, after all? She has lived for many, many years now and these lessons have long since come and gone. The snow shows no signs of letting up, so she wraps herself tightly with a scarf and decides to go take a walk in the park. After all, there was nothing like the sight of trees covered in shining snow to lift the spirits.

It’s cold outside and she could sure use this right now. The walk is long and lonely, but she doesn’t mind.

She's always lonely.

She sometimes wonders what it would be like to be somebody that could be considered normal, but she just laughs it off and continues on as if it were nothing. But it’s always something, isn’t it?

She finally makes it to the park and her hooves are starting to ache from the stinging cold. She doesn’t mind though. After all, it isn’t often one gets to enjoy these views, right?

As expected the park failed to disappoint her. Her smile only grew in size as she noticed little droplets of water falling from the trees. She scampers over and sticks her tongue out to catch a drop on her tongue.

She wonders why it can’t always be like this. The serenity of the park leaves nothing to imagination. You know the peace is true and there is nothing anybody can do to change this.

But it does not have the sempiternal youth of life. It shall soon fade to black, as all things do. That’s okay though, isn’t it? After all, it is here for the moment and will return again next year, right?

She thinks that it may be for the best after all. If such a beauty was here all year round, would we not become complacent with it? It’s just the circle of life coming full swing.

She walks away from the tree and continues her stroll in the park, occasionally stopping to watch a passing fox scurry through the bushes, or notice a squirrel that shouldn’t even be there. (After all, it is much too cold for its kind!)

It’s the little things in life that keep us happy, this is true, and the sights of the park are surely enough to warm her heart, even if it is only for the passing moment.

They will return again though, and she knows this - possibly better than anybody else does. Still, she can’t help but feel the tug at her heart as she watches them. The happiness they must be feeling is a lie, and they are too ignorant to understand this. Don’t they understand that they will soon pass on and lose who they are? She sighs deeply. Perhaps that is better? Is it better to love and have love lost, than to love and know that no matter what you do you shall never come to peace with nothingness? Things never make sense to her, especially not this. Would she be happier if she cast such thoughts aside?

Of course. She knows it’s the little things and that should be enough to soothe her heart. Thinking back, she can scarcely remember all the little things that she had experienced. There were simply too many, though there was one thing she could be sure of. They weren’t the same as they used to be. No, their effect on her was fading and she was losing faith in this world.

Would it be best if she were a forest animal? Running about without a care in the world for you knew death would be awaiting you at the end of it all? She chuckles, ever so slightly, as she imagines herself a cute little squirrel nibbling on a nut she plundered.

It’s the little things. She exhales deeply and watches as her breath condensates before her eyes in a fine mist. This too soon fades, dissipating into thin air.

Her cheery grin fades to a frown. Everything in this world fades into nothingness. She begins to wonder why she can’t fade, just like the mist. It’s not that she didn’t like the life she was living, she just felt she was missing the comfort that an inevitable death would bring her.

Again, she chuckled lightly at herself. What strange thoughts she was having, after all it is rather odd for one to be thinking of death as a good thing. But wasn’t it?

She looks up at the sky again and the snow has stopped falling, allowing the sun to peek through and bathe her in its warm glow. The ethereal sun, how could she forget it? It was no different then she, and she should be glad that she has been blessed to wander under it for so many years.

It’s strange that she hasn’t noticed that before, the mark on her flank should be sign enough of their connection.

Still, she can’t help but wish, even if only for the slightest moment, that she was as the snow is. Beautiful, elegant, free, and and definitely not eternal.