🍁Time for a Autumn Moon🌙

The grey gelding nickered happily as the chilly air and autumn wind blew through his mane. He trotted through the tall golden and orange changing leaves of the birch forest. He flicked his tail on occasion or kicked up his heels in excitement, throwing leaves up and onto the air the little bell on his tail ringing joyfully with his movements. He stopped for a moment his ears twitching and he looked back at the silk purple ribbon and golden heart shaped bell. Moonstone had almost forgotten it in his autumn frolic to celebrate the oncoming of fall.

He let out a snort, and then took off all the energy of changing season, the world around him, the leaves, even his own season of change, he'd try and out run it. Quick as he could, golden leaves and dirt skattering as his heavy hooves tore into the ground propelling him even faster forward. His whinnies echoed in the woods, carried by the wind itself. Perhaps the wind was a horse itself, challenging Moonstone in a race. To try and out run the fastest being who brought upon change....time, itself.

Moonstone hurtled over a fallen and rotting log, covered in mushrooms and moss. The wind blowing in his mane, he almost felt as if he were flying. But down to earth he came, landing with a great thud before his hooves clawed into the wet forest floor and pushed him again onwards. He'd run for now, frolicking in the woods, jumping over rocks and trees, chasing the wind, and rolling in the autumn leaves. Perhaps...even maybe..the coming change would be just as delightful as this one had been.