As a filly, Arlo had greatly enjoyed the early mornings. She'd wake up just before the sun broke the horizon, long before her dam and older brother, and she'd happily prance around. Sometimes, she played tag with the hare and rabbits that were out and about or attempted to steal the many nuts squirrels had stashed away. Other times she'd be so wired and full of energy she'd spend the morning racing amongst the trees or bucking and rearing until she was soaked with sweat. She hadn't discovered the peacefulness that came with simply watching the sunrise until she'd turned two. There's something about the sunrise. The way the blazing star eats up the midnight blue sky, leaving purples, pinks, reds, and oranges in its wake. The way life seems to suddenly burst into activity when the first warm rays touch the ground. Like a breath of fresh air, the wake-up call to rouse those who've slept under the cloak of night. A new beginning, if you will. Maybe that's why Arlo likes them so much. The sun has already begun to push back the moon, with the stars and the milky way fading behind her in the west. Black turned grey turned baby blue spans out overhead, with just a touch of pink swatched clouds has formed to the east. She stands somewhere in the middle, amongst yellowed grass and dead wildflowers, coffee for eyes watching the horizon. Ginger tail flicks idly, sorrel ears occasionally twisting to catch the sound of the few around her. It's early, but others have already risen as well. Little wind blows today, at this particular time, and Arlo finds that's just fine. The air is already chilly, settling along her pelt of alabaster and scarlet. It won't be long before the snow is covering the very ground she walks upon. But the snow doesn't bother her like wind chill does. No, snow and ice are favorable to the chill that Mother Nature brings about. She'd have to find a place to hide from it soon. The sun, the star she's been patiently waiting for, suddenly gleams from over the horizon, and she has to turn her eyes from the brilliantly bright sight. Dark orbs, the color of swirling coffee, squint, focus off to the side, but she doesn't move, letting the warmth reach her. All at once, the area seems to come to life. Birds set for the sky or chitter somewhere so close yet so far. Tiny mammals set off along the ground. Even the wind, which she hadn't been looking forward too, rushes by. It picks up crimson and ivory locks, twirls the short strands, caresses her neck. She shivers, tilting her head to the sky as chocolate eyes close, relishing the moment. Today was a new start. To everything.
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