Notes and Reflections on Books and Media
by Hannah Leitheiser
There was a funeral in the center of town. Everypony was gathered in droves. I watched from afar, and I listened too. Several ponies delivered eulogies...the daughter of the deceased...magically lifted a flute to her mouth and began to play a sweet, lonesome tune. It was a remarkable performance, considering the degree to which the tears flowed from her eyes.
I listened until the song came to its conclusion, and the many guests quietly mingled to share stories of the pony who had passed. All the while, I stared at the mare, at her bravely smiling face as she shared several hugs and nuzzles with her kin.
The sound of the flute still echoes in my ears. I'm not sure why, but it makes me feel sad, and there aren't many things that still do.' - shortskirtsandexplosions, Background Pony (2012)
Missed the connecting bus, so walked home. Raining, but feeling better, I think. Lots of flowers.