Repetition...
It's something you notice after becoming an adult.
The seasons change, but
only for a moment before they find themselves back in an endless cycle.
Every winter, the hearts of those around me seemed to grow a little colder
as though the summer couldn't thaw out a small patch of ice before the snow came again.
Krini once asked me about that repetition.
She asked me why ponies feared winter.
I told her it was because ponies didn't like the cold
that they preferred the warmth of summer rather than the ice of winter.
She gave me an odd look and told me
«Well...»
«I love the winter.»
«It's peaceful»
That was many years ago
but I still remember those words.
Now
if we want to see next summer
we'll all need to change as well.
Hey, sis
Oh, there you are
Nice hiding spot
Yeah. I thought about actually hiding, but...
...I found this view
Isn't this sunrise beautiful?
it really is
Beautiful as always…
Yeaaah... As always...
And always different…
What do you mean?
I'm saying... You know...
Beauty, it's in the details
Every sunrise has its own specific colors, angles, light and all...
And no matter what combination of those that the sunrise gives...
it's always amazing.
Right.
Let's go, Krini.
Wait
Sis
How...
How high are...
...the clouds?
Hmm
Not as high as you are
Oh come on sis
Im serious!
Hmm
One mile or so?
Okay, nevermind.
Let's go.
We have a lot of stuff to do today, right?
Yes
We have a lot of stuff to do....