Every day of the week, I worry and plan. But not on Sundays. On Sundays, I let myself relax. I empty my mind of the nagging worries and half- baked plans and go out for a fly. Tenor and I meet at the Living Tree where Kimarue is buried. From there, we trot through the Garden of Ponies Past. At the end of the trail, we take to the sky over the lake.
Like birds, we swoop and circle and dive like the creatures of the sky we are meant to be- carefree and fun. That’s Sundays. Hanging out with Tenor, working on our flight endurance and having a grand old time.
When flight gets tiring and we decide to stop for a break, we run at full- tilt through our forests towards the Changeling Portal, a coffee shop owned by Zamri and Nimrod, who retired from military work after loosing a leg in the Great Changeling Battle- act two. You know, the part where half- changelings fought for freedom and equality? That part. Not act one, where Changelings tried to take over Equestria. That was a long time ago.
At the Changeling Portal, we get our snacks. I get a mocha-chino with extra whipped cream and chocolate shavings, and Tenor gets a cherry soda. We share a slice of carrot cake. Sometimes we go back out and fly. Other times, we retire to one of our apartments for a movie date. Occasionally, we even stay and help out at the Changeling Portal. After all, it’s hard work, owning a snack shop- especially with a new born foal. It’s good to help.
And then Monday comes again, and I’m plunged back into the word of military work, politics, and keeping the world moving as smoothly as possible as I slowly crumble inside. But hey, Sunday’s only six days away, right?